The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
God knows Himself and every created thing perfectly. Not a blade of grass or the tiniest insect escapes His eye.
Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.
What God hath wrought?
Where no gods are, spectres rule.
The Godhead consists of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The Father is a material being.
The sword the body wounds, sharp words the mind.
God made them as stubble to our swords.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.