Louka Ménard Blondin

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Psalm 147:14

He makes peace in your borders, And fills you with the finest wheat.

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A son of the Kingdom while yet on earth, thou didst ever yearn for the Son of God, crying out to Him: Be Thou my food and drink; be Thou the light of my soul; be Thou my surcease amid sorrows; be Thou life everlasting according to the resurrection, that I may supemely exalt Thee unto the ages!

— St. Tikhon of Zadonsk