Gad Hab

When the fig tree won't spring buds
When the vine won't swell with grapes
When the hives of honey fail
When the olives lack and languish
When the fields unfold no food
When the lambs won't throng my pen,
When the calves won't fill my stalls,
Yet,
Still,
Then even more,
I'll rejoice in my LORD,
Exult in my saving God.
God, my maker, is my strength.
He makes my feet gad,
go glad like deer hooves.
He lets me leap high on the heights !

Taken from Habakkuk 3