I love grass.
Dependent on God.
Green. Full of life.
Receiving His provision.
Reaching toward heaven. In praise of the Creator.
Living in fellowship.
A soft place to fall.
I pray to be like grass.
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field;
The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.
The remnant of Jacob will be in the midst of many peoples like dew from the Lord, like showers on the grass, which do not wait for anyone or depend on man.
If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?
Then Jesus directed them to have all the people sit down in groups on the green grass.
They were told not to harm the grass of the earth or any plant or tree, but only those people who did not have the seal of God on their foreheads.