Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. 

We finish our years like a sigh. The days of our lives are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the most pitiable. § Here we have no continuing city, but we seek the one to come. § I am the Lord, I do not change. § Our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body, according to the working by which He is able even to subdue all things to Himself. § The creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope.

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. § Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!

Eccles. 1:2;  Ps. 90:9,10;  1 Cor. 15:19;  Heb. 13:14;  Mal. 3:6;  Phil. 3:20,21;  Rom. 8:20;  Heb. 13:8;  Rev. 4:8

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