Thursday, May 17, 2012

for though... yet I will...

"For though the fig tree blossom not, nor fruit be on the vines, though the yield of the olive fail and the terraces produce no nourishment, though the flocks disappear from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet will I rejoice in the Lord and exult in my saving God.  God, my Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of hinds and enables me to go on the heights."  (Habakkuk 3:17-19)

Painting by Albert Bierstadt, 1870