God of all my days.
Though I suffer in my grief,
Though my mind is clouded with worry,
Though my eyes see only tragedy.
You still renew my strength, day after day.
You shelter me beneath the shadow of Your mighty wings, when I tremble with fear.
You bring peace to my soul, when my soul feels frail and weak.
You guide me when I cry out Your name, when the winding road through the wilderness is covered in a dense fog.
You are my hope.
You are my refuge.
You are my light.
You are my strength.
Lord of Hosts, may my prayers and the thoughts of my heart be pleasing to You always.
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