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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. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever. Go on up to a high mountain … say to the cities of Judah, “Look and see your God!” Look and see, the LORD God comes with might, and his arm rules for him; look and see, his reward is with him, and his recompense in front of his face. He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them close to his heart, and gently lead those that are with young. Isaiah 40: 6-11 |
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