O Lord our God, let us abide in hope under the screen of Your wings, protect us and carry us! You will carry us: both as little children and into our graying years You will carry us. For then is our strength really strength, when You are it; but when it is our strength, it is weakness. Our good lives eternally in You; and because we were turned away from there, we have been turned inside out. Let us return now, O Lord, in order not to be overturned, since our good lives in You without any defect, because You Yourself are it. Let us not fear that there be nowhere to return to, since we fell down from there -- and while we are not there our home, Your eternity, will not fall down.
::Augustine, Confessions. IV, 31 (emphasis mine)