Psalm 131:title–3 (ESV): I Have Calmed and Quieted My Soul

131 A Song of Ascents. Of David.

 1  O Lord, my heart is not lifted up;

my eyes are not raised too high;

  I do not occupy myself with things

too great and too marvelous for me.

 2  But I have calmed and quieted my soul,

like a weaned child with its mother;

like a weaned child is my soul within me.

 3  O Israel, hope in the Lord

from this time forth and forevermore.

Simple Contentment

Some things are too grand

For my eye to see

For my heart to comprehend

For my mind to understand

Some things are too high

For created thing

For finite flesh

For temporal life

Some things require surrender

Some things require a laying down

Some things require abandonment

Some things require rest

There is a silent joy

Found in the mysteries of life

There is a quiet happiness

In the unanswered questions

There is a sense of wonder

In the unknown

There is an odd satisfaction

Encapsulated in the shadow

It is in the gentle reminder

Something, someone greater exists

It is in the awe inspiring truth

We are smaller than we think

The unknown haunts us

The unknown parades before us

The unknown taunts us

The unknown threatens our peace

Rather than anxious striving

Rather than belligerent demanding

A quiet contentment is the answer

A trust of one who is greater

Some things are too grand

For me

But never are they too grand

For You, Great Abba!

Silence the proud demands

That exalt my heart

And lift up my eyes

Demanding that which is too great for me

Settle my heart in the joy of mystery

Enrapture my soul in the largess of creation

Bring a quiet contentment

By embracing the unknowability of all things

Let me rest in your presence

Like a weaned child

Delighting in the presence

Of his mother’s person

When I cannot understand

Or should not seek too

When I cannot control

And should not seek too

Let my heart be quieted by your presence

Which has never been far from me

Let the comfort of your nearness

Drive the demand to know far away

Still the wrestling match within

Remove me from the throne of my heart

Make me to kneel before You

The rightful and capable ruler of all

And bring peace to my heart

Bring joy to my soul

Bring contentment to my being

At the joy of simply being with you.

That is all, Abba.

That is all.