Though the cherry trees don't blossom
and the strawberries don't ripen,
Though the apples are worm-eaten
and the wheat fields stunted,
Though the sheep pens are sheepless
and the cattle barns empty,
I'm singing joyful praise to God.
I'm turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
Counting on God's Rule to prevail,
I take heart and gain strength.
I run like a deer.
I feel like I'm king of the mountain!
Somedays lady's everything is wrong, but just remember your a princess and it's time to straighten your crown and do a cartwheel and stand on top of the mountain and have the strength to say we will make it.
Praying for you today!