poem: Enduring Joy
The fig trees didn't bloom this year
The grape vines bore no fruit
The labor of the olives failed
The seed crops did not root
No bleating of the sheep is heard
No baby lambs were born
The cattle stalls are empty
The manger looks forlorn
Yet, still, my Father I rejoice
In Thee, my special Friend
For this I know, my Joy in You
Will go on without end
The Lord my God shall be my strength
He gives me energy
To walk the heights and run the race
His Truth sets me free
Habakkuk 3:17-19
The grape vines bore no fruit
The labor of the olives failed
The seed crops did not root
No bleating of the sheep is heard
No baby lambs were born
The cattle stalls are empty
The manger looks forlorn
Yet, still, my Father I rejoice
In Thee, my special Friend
For this I know, my Joy in You
Will go on without end
The Lord my God shall be my strength
He gives me energy
To walk the heights and run the race
His Truth sets me free
Habakkuk 3:17-19
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