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6 A voice says, “Cry!”
And I said, “What shall I cry?”All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.7 The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass.8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.--- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/1611devotionals/support
