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! (For congregational use, with a full orchestra.)
Habakkuk 3 بخوێنەوە
گوێگرتن لە Habakkuk 3
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هەموو وەشانەکان بەراورد بکە: Habakkuk 3:17-19
ئایەتەکان پاشەکەوت بکە، ئۆفلاین بخوێنەرەوە، سەیری کلیپی فێرکاری بکە و زۆر شتی تر!
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