"yet, i will rejoice..."

Habakkuk 3:17-19 "Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls...yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the deer's; He makes me tread on my high places."

yet

©8-30-2020 hannah mclean

 

“...yet...”

the cry of the heart

rebelling against

the doubt

despair

desperation

of circumstances

and situations

“...yet...”

the rebellious declaration

that refuses

to follow the course

of rushing currents

but digs in its heels

and shouts

to smother pressures

of inevitability with

certainty that

there is One who

speaks the final word

“...yet...”

the word the

tramples doubt

with faith

that turns the

tables of “thoughs”

strengthening

the feeble knees

and emboldening

the drooping shoulders

with determination

“...yet...”

the battle cry

of the faithful

who has lifted

their eyes

to the One

who is not derailed

by things

seen