All things were made by Him, and without Him was nothing made. Extend your hearts, help the poverty of my words. All our words sound, and pass away. Do not follow the current of the flesh. Let us despise this stream flowing on, running, disappearing, let us despise it.
All flesh is grass, and all the glory of flesh is as the flower of grass.
The grass withereth, the flower falleth away. But the word of the Lord endureth for ever. The gold became grass. It raised it up, quickened it, lifted it up to heaven, and placed it at the right Hand of the Father. He came unto His Own, and His Own received Him not.