All people are like grass,
and all their faithfulness is like the flowers in the field.
The grass dries up,
the flowers wither,
when the wind sent by the Lord blows on them.

I am like grass,
my faithfulness is like the flowers in a field.

The Lord tests me.
He sends the wind of adversity
He sends the wind of abundance
and my faithfulness blows away
dried and shrivelled and gone.

Oh Lord! Give me roots that are tough
Plant me solid in good soil
by the flowing streams
so that when the winds come
I remain rooted in You.

I am like grass,
but the Word of God is faithful forever.