A voice says, "Cry, Prophesy!"
And I said, "What shall I cry?"
The voice answers, "Proclaim:
All flesh is grass, and all that makes
it attractive, its kindness, it's goodwill,
it's mercy from God, its glory and comeliness,
however good, is transitory,
like the flower of the field.
Wild Violets
State Flower Of New Jersey
The grass withers, the flower fades,
when the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
surely all the people are like grass.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God
will stand forever."
Isaiah 40:6-8
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