Lord, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds. Repeat them in our day, in our time make them known; in wrath remember mercy. Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. Sovereign Lord, You are my strength; You make my feet like the feet of a deer, You enable me to tread on the heights. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
A prayer from Habakkuk 3 New International Version