ÒMy heart is not proud,
O LordÉ I have stilled and quieted my
soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a
weaned child is my soul within me.Ó – Psalm
131:1-2
ÒO Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
you who kill the prophets and stone
those sent to you, how often I have longed to
gather your children together, as a hen gathers
her chicks under her wings, but you were not
willing.Ó – Matthew 23:37