Even the Grasses Dance in the Presence of the Lord
A gentle breeze ruffled the blades of grass in the afternoon sun. They swayed. Bowed down — a spontaneous dance in the presence of the Lord as He walked on the wings of the wind. Red poppies and blue chicory lifted their faces to the sun, points of glory scattered across the field.
“The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.” ~ Isaiah 40:8, NKJV
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