On this sacred, blue November day
Somber, thin, high-clouds do lay
Heavy; on trees naked and gray.
Spirit? Bend me and I will pray:
Please God! Deliverance today!
For all who remain death’s prey,
The weak the wicked who will pay.
Sin’s permanent ink-stains stay,
Hard hearts can’t soften to obey,
Leading all who are lost astray,
Blind, deaf, soul’s night in the day…
There’s something sinister at play!
As those dying and lost only say,
To Jesus, to life a proud, Nay!
Sad, they the full cost must pay!
Lost. Infinite blue November day…
Father! It is for mercy that I pray
Melt all prideful blindness away!
As for me, also possible for they,
By Spirit’s grace be led to obey!
Hopeful truth, on blue November day