The fading glory, the glory that will never fade

By Elizabeth Prata

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The fading glory of a flower
The grass, scorched under the sun
and withering before our eyes
Nest, filled with tweets but now empty

The temporal nature of riches
Sliding, slipping through our hands

The downy clouds skimming across the sky
scudding dark, releasing rain
dissipating into vapor
untouchable and gone

Try halting the orange sun as it rises,
Nothing can hold it.

The things of earth to which we ascribe glory
will fade…

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God’s glory will never fade!

Be exalted above the heavens, O God; Let Your glory be above all the earth. (Psalm 57:11)

His glory outshines the sun! We have no need of a sun, when the Son in in His glory!

And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb. (Revelation 21:23)

He does not only shine in glory, he is the Lord of glory!

which none of the rulers of this age has understood; for if they had understood it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory. (1 Corinthians 2:8)

Who is He, this King of glory? Yahweh of hosts, He is the King of glory. Selah. (Psalm 24:10)

Ponder the glory. Not the glorious sunrise, as pretty as it is, nor the glory of a flower covered field, as gorgeous as that is too. But the real glory, His glory, shining like the sun

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Christian writer and Georgia teacher’s aide who loves Jesus, a quiet life, art, beauty, and children.
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