Habakkuk 3: 17 to 19
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—
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.
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
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I am dedicating this hymn to a family who had been praying for me while I was very sick. I met the father and one of the daughters yesterday - in conversation, I asked where their mom is, only to find out she passed away last December. That was heartbreaking. She had pancreatic cancer and only lived for 6 months from when she was diagnosed. May her soul rest in peace.
