When the wind blows on them, they are gone. No one can tell that they had ever been there.
Enoch walked faithfully with God. And then he couldn’t be found, because God took him from this life.
No man is like that. When he dies, he is buried in a grave. He takes his last breath. Then he is gone.
The eyes that saw them won’t see them anymore. Even their own families won’t remember them.
Another messenger says, “Cry out.” And I said, “What should I cry?” “Cry out, ‘All people are like grass. They don’t stay faithful to me any longer than wildflowers last.
The grass dries up. The flowers fall to the ground. That happens when the Lord makes his wind blow on them. So people are just like grass.