The following are lyrics to a Caedmon's Call song titled "The Roses." The song is from their 2004 album Share the Well. I find myself listening to this CD more than any other CD I own. The songs are powerful. The album came out of the band's mission trips to India and Central America. You can feel the impact of what they experienced through their lyrics.
The Roses by Caedmon's Call
High above the valley of Quito
An old man and his bride grow roses
Red and yellow, white and golden
To him they are precious as children
Their daughter she moved to America
One more brick in the tower of Babel
She has a son that they've never seen at all
And they're praying they raised her well
On this mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away
A man, his bride, his children and his roses
Planted in faith, and watered in tears
Honey, that's all they have and they're happier here
Then any of my friends back home
They've met Jesus and they really know Him
Now I'm back at home, all alone, and trying to find my thoughts
About that old man, so inspiring, but the TV's always on
And the phone, it won't stop ringing, and these bills they keep on screaming
To pay for all the things that we never really needed
And I wonder what he's doing right now
Maybe walking through his simple field and thinking about how
God has blessed him so
A man, his bride, his children and his roses
This song raises issues of contenment. Whenever I listen to it a particular question comes to mind: When will Jesus be enough for me?
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