O dreaming man,
You waste your strength with planning,
You exhaust your mind with intensive training,
How little you truly know,
How little you can do.
Have you forgotten?
Are not your thoughts meant for the One who gave you the ability to contemplate?
Is not your strength meant for the One who filled your chest with iron and your hands with skill?
How is your mind a tool only for you?
Did you endow it with it’s efficiency and miraculous purpose?
How little I truly know,
My being is worn out from striving,
You know the heart and plans of a man,
You guide his steps and make his purpose sure,
You fill his life with good things.
I shall not want.
One thing I do ask of the Lord,
This is what I seek…
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,
That I may gaze upon the beauty of the Lord,
And seek Him in His holy temple.