PS 131:1 My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.PS 131:2 But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
On the outside: Wise and mighty men on great exploits.
On the inside: Calm in the eye of the storm - a child with his mum.
Dear Lord, whenever my soul frets, remind me again that I am but a little child taking on things that you have prepared for me long before, so that by walking the road, I may learn to put my hope in you.
Teach me that I will never get all excited over the great exploits and have eyes only for my achievements and talents. Instead let me look to the Giver of all gifts.
Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears
(Chorus)
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child
Unafraid because his armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
Chorus x2
I drop my sword and look up for His smile
Because deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
The Warrior is a Child
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