Neither shall fruit be in the vines
The labour of the olive shall fail
And the fields shall yield no meat
The flock shall be cut off from the fold
And there shall be no herd in the stalls
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
I will joy in the God of my salvation
With all that is in us all
Let’s come boldly with faith in our heart
Even in the midst of the storm
Let our praise be ascend to You Lord
Even when the night seems so cold
And the troubles and cares of this life
Comes hitting at our door step
Strip down of all our courage
Beaten and bartered by the storms of life
Irrespective of what happens
Let our praise never cease
To rise up and descend up high
Like a sweet smelling savour
Up high to our creator up high in the sky
Praise you in the storm
When I cannot see tomorrow
When it seems too far to reach
Too hot to hold but my anchors hold
Praise in the storm
Many of us have journeyed
Through the long dark night
Out on the open sea
By faith alone sight unknown
And yet His eyes watches you
The anchor holds
Though the ship is scattered
The anchor holds though storms may stumble
And you are falling on your kneels
As you face the raging seas but the anchor holds inspite of the storm
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