PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

O Lord my God, though I grow faint, I remember your goodness. My heart is tired, yet I will bless the Lord at all times, for your mercy has walked with me even through the dim hours. When my strength is thin as morning mist, you remain my rock and my portion forever. I thank you for the breath that rises in my chest, for the light that still breaks upon the horizon each day. The Lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want, and though I wander in shadows, you lead me be