Though the fig tree may not blossom
Nor fruit be on the vines
Though the labor of the olive may fail
And the fields yield no food
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold
And there be no herd in the stalls
Yet i will rejoice in the Lord
I will joy in the God of my salvation
The Lord God is my strength
He will make my feet like the deer's feet
And He will make me walk on my high hills
No matter what happens, I choose to praise You.
1 comment:
yes he's worthly to be praised! Hallelujah!
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