The wind blows, and we are gone— as though we had never been here.
walking in close fellowship with God. Then one day he disappeared, because God took him.
“But when people die, their strength is gone. They breathe their last, and then where are they?
Those who once saw them will see them no more. Their families will never see them again.
A voice said, “Shout!” I asked, “What should I shout?” “Shout that people are like the grass. Their beauty fades as quickly as the flowers in a field.
The grass withers and the flowers fade beneath the breath of the Lord. And so it is with people.