Though The Fig Tree Will Not Blossom Poem by Royston Allen

Things were bleak and the outlook was bad.
My soul despaired and my heart was sad.
No job and no income. How can I provide?
I needed to know that God was on my side.

'What shall I read? ', I said to the Lord
thumbing the pages of His Living Word.
'Read Habakkuk', He said to me so clearly
so I read my bible as He commanded me.

I felt much worse as the first chapter I read
'This is not helping me', to the Lord I said.
'Read on dear child, the Lord said to me
and so I read on in faith, obediently.

And then I found it. There in chapter three.
Written so clearly as though just for me.
It lifted my soul to the heavens above
and assured me of God's presence and love.

'Though nothing on earth seems to bloom
and all appears to be doom and gloom,
no sheep in the pen, no cattle in the stall
and no grapes growing on the vine at all.'

'Though the olive crop does not yield
and no produce comes from the field,
even though the fig tree does not bud,
yet still my soul will rejoice in the Lord.'

'I will joy in the God of my salvation,
give Him all my praise and adoration.'
Here on earth 'The just shall live by faith'
by trusting in the Lord they shall be safe.'

The things of this world are so unreliable.
They come and go, they rise and they fall.
But heavenly treasures neither fade nor fail
outlasting all things they will prevail.

Secure in the knowledge that God's in control
and that He's the keeper of my immortal soul.
I said to my self 'Be not cast down or sad'
'But rejoice in the Lord always and be glad'