Be a friend of the finest

I feel the cold more than anyone should

With each wisp of the wind it cuts like a knife would

The shear pain that rips through the hands and legs is unbearable at best

While the beauty of the cooler season is such an allure, for other it's more like a test

A test of endurance, patients and acceptance

But to the sufferer it seems to be a horrible death sentence 

As the temperatures plunge into the lower digits
So does the sadness and agony that comes and visits
If you know someone who suffers often in silence 
Learn to be there for them, just be a friend of the finest 

2 Timothy 3:16-17

¹⁶ All scripture is given by inspiration of God, 

and is profitable for doctrine,

for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:

¹⁷ That the man of God may be perfect, 

thoroughly furnished unto all good works.