(Based on Habakkuk 3. This goes for one of my best friends in Puerto Rico who passed for certain trials. Wherever she goes, I know that God will be on her side; she knows that even more :))
Feeling like a felon, know why
Missing how the days shall pass by
Hearing and my heart just pounded
Quivered at the Power
Even if the fig tree can’t bud
There are no grapes on the vines
Even if the olive crop fails
Or the fields can’t grow more food
If there is not sheep in the pen
And no cattle in the stalls
I will still rejoice in Your love
I know that I’ll be delivered
Sun and moon stand still in its awe
At the glint of flying arrows
At the light of flashing spears
Torrents of water swept at my feet
Decay to my bones, trembling legs
I await for calamity to come
You crush the leader, trample the sea
You crush the leader, trample the sea
I assure you, faith chose me
I assure you, faith chose me
I assure you, I will live even if I die
