THE GRASS WITHERETH THE FLOWER FADETH BECAUSE THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD BLOWETH UPON IT


 THE VOICE 
SAID, 
CRY. 
AND HE SAID, 
WHAT SHALL 
I CRY? 
ALL FLESH 
IS GRASS, 
AND 
ALL THE GOODLINESS THEREOF IS 
AS THE FLOWER 
OF THE FIELD: 
BECAUSE 
THE SPIRIT 
OF THE LORD BLOWETH 
UPON IT: 
SURELY 
THE PEOPLE 
IS GRASS.
THE GRASS WITHERETH, 
THE FLOWER FADETH: BUT 
THE WORD 
OF OUR 
GOD SHALL 
STAND FOR EVER. 

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