November comes, brings such a chill,
a bitter frost, yet bitter still
is all the sadness we possess,
this ruptured vein of happiness.

A bloody stream of heartache flows,
it carries two who laid a rose
upon our Father's frigid grave.
Oh God above, I pray you save

the joy we lost when winter came;
indwelt a month when thanks should flame
into a torch of gratitude.
I pray Your love arise, renewed,

for all who lost their way from You
when wintry death came blazing through.
I pray the path be reached before
it can't be found, forevermore.