Justin Reamer (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)
Lord, my heart is not proud;
Nor are my eyes haughty.
I do not busy myself with great matters,
With things too sublime for me.
Rather, I have stilled my soul,
Like a weaned child to its mother,
Weaned is my soul.
Israel, hope in the Lord,
Now and forever.
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