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