4/28/12
Isa 40:6-8 A voice says, "Cry!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.
As our seasons for the grass and crops go so goes the life that we live here on this earth. But the word of our God will stand forever.
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