http://www.pietisten.org/authors/SporrongTimothyA.html http://www.pietisten.org/authors/SporrongTimothyA.html en-us http://www.pietisten.org//viii/3/god_bless_grass.html http://www.pietisten.org//viii/3/god_bless_grass.html A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever.