Then it changed to rain, and then back to snow.
The beauty drew me outside- wearing plenty of layers against the cold temperature.
and brought a smile to my cheeks.
...as long as I didn't interrupt his winter song.
I wonder if he knows the promise God made so long ago...
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings,
and not one of them is forgotten before God?
But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.