NOVEMBER SONG

Picture by Ron Lagerquist -Algonquin Park

The November Song

November rain turns into snow

And blocks the path I must needs go

When the way seems rough and hard

I remember the path that Jesus trod

As I lean into the cold north wind

I sing my praises and worship Him

Singing the song, I keep on

Until the race is finished and the journey is done

Surrounded by the beauty of the falling snow

The trees in the forest give off their glow

Diamonds glistening on the branches

Swirling and whirling in snow dances

The music of the wind and my voice in the air

Creates its own symphony uncommon and rare

My breaths like wisps and puffs of white smoke

Float in the air on the snowy road

The snow whirling, the wind is whistling

Remembering a hymn , I start singing

"I believe in miracles, I've seen a soul set free

Miraculous unchanging love, He died on Calvary'

The snow crunches under my feet

I march like drums to the beat

Creating a crazy mixture of sound

My voice, the wind, and my feet add the drums

A blue jay takes off with a screech and a shout

And accompanies me along on my walk

From tree-to-tree blue in the sky

We keep company, the bird and I

I started the walk weighed down with cares

Discouraged and alone with too much to bear

The beauty of the world my Creator made

Restored my joy in the wonderful place

Lost in the glory of his creation

Pondering the miracle of my salvation

The day was dark and my heart was cold

Grace was the fire that warmed my soul

The wind, the cold fades from my sight

The world around me is infused with light

All the glory my soul could see

In the November snow walked with me

This is the song that I can sing

When the night is long, I trust in Him

Jesus is coming, It wont be long

In the waiting time, Ill sing my song

/J.smith /2024

"Come now and let us reason together, says the Lord

Though your sins be as scarlet

They shall be white as snow? (Isaiah 1:18)