Even though the fig trees bear no blossoms And there are no grapes upon the vines Still my soul will rejoice and honour Him whose heart has always been my guide Shalom Maranatha Shalom, maranatha Promises were planted in disorder Brokenness has tarnished every soul But you will come and you will still restore And harvest every garden ever sown Shalom, maranatha Shalom, maranatha We stand in awe of your mercy We've heard of all of your deeds We believe that you are god and that you're working Working to renew all things We stand in awe of your mercy We've heard of all of your deeds We believe that you are god and you're working Working to renew all things Shalom, maranatha Shalom, maranatha Shalom, maranatha Shalom, maranatha