Composing my Soul

My eyes are not haughty,
  my heart is not proud.
I'll shun all things worldly, 
  confusing and loud. 

May I learn to rest only
  in God's loving grace,
composing my soul in
  His warmest embrace. 

May we all hope in God,
  both now and forever,
through triumph, trials, 
  and every endeavor.

(based on Psalm 131) 

Unbelievably

He's unbelievably faithful
  and yet still I believe.
He's unbelievably generous,
  yet still I receive.

He's unbelievably gracious,
  even when I am not.

He's unbelievably caring,
  when I'm most distraught.

He's always near and loving,
  in times of greatest grief.
Lord, You know I do believe,
  but help my unbelief.