“All flesh is grass,” Isaiah says. Or God says.
All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
We whither. We fade.
“As summer flowers we fade and die / Fame, youth and beauty hurry by /But life eternal calls to us / At the cross.” **
In one fell swoop, one simple, raw, and natural image, the testimony of Scripture is of both the tender fragility and unspeakable beauty of human life.
** “My Worth Is Not In What I Own”, by Keith and Kristyn Getty and Graham Kendrick