Isaiah 40 All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, because Your breath oh LORD blows upon it. The grass withers, the flower fades, but Your word oh God stands forever Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, measured heaven with a span and calculated the dust of the earth in a measure? Weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance? Who has directed Your Spirit oh LORD, or as Yo
