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    God, I'm not trying to rule the roost, I don't want to be king of the mountain. 
I haven't meddled where I have no business 
or fantasized grandiose plans.
  
  
  
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    I've kept my feet on the ground, 
I've cultivated a quiet heart. 
Like a baby content in its mother's arms, 
my soul is a baby content.
  
    
  
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    Wait, Israel, for God. Wait with hope. 
Hope now; hope always!