Though the Fig Tree Does Not Blossom

Though the fig tree does not blossom
And no fruit is on the vine

I will praise the Lord, my savior
God, my strength, is my salvation
He will make my feet like the feet of a deer
Treading upon the heights

Though the olive crop has failed
And the fields produce no food

I will praise the Lord, my savior
God, my strength, is my salvation
He will make my feet like the feet of a deer
Treading upon the heights

Though the flock has all been scattered
And no herd is in the stall

I will praise the Lord, my savior
God, my strength, is my salvation
He will make my feet like the feet of a deer
Treading upon the heights

I will praise the Lord, my savior
God, my strength, is my salvation
He will make my feet like the feet of a deer
Treading upon the heights



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Demer
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