All flesh is like the meadow grass, its beauty like the flower must pass. The grass dies and the flowers pass.
All flesh is like the meadow grass, its beauty like the flower must pass. The grass dies and the flowers pass:
When God’s wind blows then it must yield.

Human Lives all have an end:
Like morning mists that vanish away.
The word of God will stand for evermore:
To Him a thousand years are like a day.

All flesh is like the meadow grass,
Its beauty as the flower of the field;
The grass dies and the flowers pass
When God’s wind blows then it must yield.

God is the first and God the last. He holds the present, future, past. All flesh is like the meadow grass.

The Lord, He is the first and Last;
He brings the rulers of the earth to nought.
Like seedlings breaking in the tempest’s blast
Their vain and futile lives are all too short.

All flesh is like the meadow grass,
Its beauty as the flower of the field;
The grass dies and the flowers pass
When God’s wind blows then it must yield.

God, He is the first and last
He holds the present, future, past
His word shall stand for evermore
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God is the first and God the last.

God is the first and God the last. All flesh is like the meadow grass.