I keep reading and re-reading this…and trying to coat my heart with the knowledge of your grace...

¹⁷ 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,

¹⁸ yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
       I will be joyful in God my Savior.

¹⁹ The Sovereign LORD is my strength;
       he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
       he enables me to go on the heights.
       For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.

Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong

The kingdom of the heavens
Is now advancing
Invade my heart
Invade this broken town
The kingdom of the heavens
Is buried treasure
Will you sell yourself
To buy the one you've found?

Two things you told me
That you are strong
And you love me
Yes, you love me

The sacrifices of our God
Are broken in a contrite heart
Against you and you alone
Have I sinned
Would you create in me a clean heart, oh God?
Restore in me the joy of your salvation
Wash me white as snow
And I will be made whole