Psalms, 54
22. They were divided by the wrath of his countenance, and his heart has drawn near. His words are smoother than oil, and they are arrows.
22. They were divided by the wrath of his countenance, and his heart has drawn near. His words are smoother than oil, and they are arrows.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina