Yet
Though the fig tree does not bloomAnd there's no grapes on the vine
Though the fields produce no food
And I lack olive oil and wine
With no cattle in the stall
The gates move restless in the wind
I watch a gloomy shadow fall
Across my barren, sheepless pen
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
And I will content myself in God my Savior
For he is my strength, the sovereign Lord
He makes my feet like those of a deer
And his love enables me to go onto the heights
--My brother's song from Habakkuk 3
posted by Lynn @ 9:03 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks honey for posting this. Now I want to hear the music. I think it is time for a new disc to be made for the fans:-) LUVU
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