Though the cherry trees don’t blossom and the strawberries don’t ripen,
Though the apples are worm-eaten and the wheat fields are stunted,
Though the sheep pens are sheepless and the cattle barns are empty,
I’m singing joyful praise to GOD.
I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
Counting on GOD’s rule to prevail, I take heart and gain strength.
I run like a deer.
I feel like I’m king of the mountain!
(Habakkuk 3:17-19, The Message)