Though the fig tree will not blossom,
Though the grapes fall from the vine,
Though our every crop be failing,
Though the sun refuse to shine,
Yet will I command my soul to praise our God,
To praise His holy Name;
He is my joy and strength and salvation,
And life within my frame.
Oh magnify the Lord with me,
Let earth and sky rejoice!
He sits enthroned in might and pow'r,
Yet hears His children's voice.
- D. Benning
Hab 3:17 - 19
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