Though the fig tree does not blossom
The vines yield no luscious grapes,
Though the olive harvest has no outcome
The fields, barren, no staple makes;
Though the sheepfold stands all empty
Where lambs once frolicked, in plenty ,
Though, in sad stillness, no lowing is heard
From the stalls with no cattle herd;
Yet, I’ve grounds to be joyful
I still have reason to praise;
Whatever be, now, my station
The Lord is the God of my salvation.
Yet, I’ve grounds to be joyful
I still have reason to praise,
He frames my feet like a deer’s
To mount all heights with no fears.
Yes, I’ve grounds to be joyful
I still have reason to praise!
Whatever be, now, my station
The Lord is the God of my salvation.
arjohn
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Even if the fig tree does not blossom and there is no fruit on the vines, If the yield of the olive fails…. Yet I will triumph in the Lord,
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. (Habakkuk 3:17-18)