As a flower of the field

With all its beauty and its glory,

Is mankind in his prime

With a unique blueprint and a story.

But all will fade and perish

Like a vapour in the wind;

With all the passions and desires

And every hope and dream within.

Because all flesh is as grass

And returns to the grave,

But our soul remains forever

It’s the component that is saved.

God remembers we are dust

And has great mercy on our soul;

Towards those who fear and revere His name

And His statutes they uphold.

Our days are truly numbered

And the beauty of our youth;

Is like the most precious of all flowers

And the most succulent of fruit.

The glory of man is like a flower

It withers and it falls;

The only steadfast rock is Jesus Christ

And when our name He calls.

The grass withers and the flower fades

But God’s love and grace remains;

As our spirit is reconciled to Him

When in our heart He rules and reigns.

(C) P.B. 2021

“As for man, his days are like grass;  As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.  For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”  Psalm 103:15-16

“For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.”  Psalm 103:14

“But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him.” Psalm 103:17

“All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.  The grass withers, and its flower falls away, but the word of the Lord endures forever.”  1 Peter 1:24-25