Todavia Me Alegrarei

I have a God
Who won't let this fight kill me
Despair take over me
No matter how much pressure
The situation
Control is still
In the palm of His hands

The weeping lasts for a night
But joy comes in the morning
I believe (I believe)

Even if the fig tree does not blossom
And there are no grapes on the vines
Even if the olive crop fails

Yet I will rejoice
Yet I will rejoice
Yet I will rejoice