Even in Weariness I Praise You

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 beside still waters.

You restore my soul, even when sorrow is heavy in my limbs.

I offer you this weariness as a small sacrifice of trust.

My tears may fall like evening rain, but your steadfast love is better than life,

and my lips will praise you while my bones seek rest.

Strengthen me, not because I am worthy,

but because you are kind beyond measure.

Let hope rise in me like morning,

let my heart cling to you as one who waits for dawn.

O Lord, your mercy endures forever,

and though I tremble, I will give thanks.

You are near to the broken in spirit,

you do not despise the weary.

Hold me fast,

teach me to rest in your promise,

until joy returns like a slow and gentle sunrise

and I stand again with gratitude renewed.

Amen.