All flesh is like grassand all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers,
and the flower falls,
but the word of the Lord remains forever.
Bob Dylan got a taste of this recently. Read about it here.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Fame is Fleeting
All flesh is like grassand all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers,
and the flower falls,
but the word of the Lord remains forever.
Bob Dylan got a taste of this recently. Read about it here.
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