Isaiah 40:8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the spring the new grass appears,

Waving sweet and high,
Though, with the drought of summer’s heat,
It withers up to die.

The summer grasses sweep the field

Where cheerful blossoms grow,
But soon they will be buried in
Deep drifts of ice and snow.

The beauty of the earth is frail,

Passing in a season,
But still the Word of God endures,
His great love, the reason.
 
Isaiah 40:8
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.