Praise You In This Storm (Casting Crown)

I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands

For You are who You are
No matter where I am

Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side

And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

Though the fig tree may not blossom, Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls--
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will have joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer's feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills. Habakkuk 3:17