Timothy A. Sporrong

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• God Bless the Grass, Isaiah 40:6-11 Fall 1993

  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.