THE ROSE OF NOVEMBER

On a windy cold day
I was walking alone
nothing was going my way
silently in the wind I moan

I felt so friendless
there in my backyard
life seemed so meaningless
and my problems so hard

Then I saw an amazing sight
there just in front of me
nestled in November's cold light
was a rose under a tree

I stared at it in wonder
how could it grow in the cold
long did I stop to ponder
in a moment grown old

Said a silent voice I thought I heard
why do you seem surprise
Jesus surely is the lord
in all things is He not wise

See those dead leaves
that keeps the rose warm
from Jesus the rose receives
love to keep it safe from harm

There is nothing too hard
for Jesus to accomplish
here in your backyard
tell him your wish

I realized that I was crying
for no troubles were now in my mind
I walked away sighing
to a life more kind

I left the rose of November
there in the cold wind
but I will always remember
that Jesus's love has no end


PAUL VERNON DEFFENDALL
NOVEMBER 21, 1987


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