Job, 39
25. At each trumpet blast he neighs exultantly. He scents the battle from afar, the thundering of the commanders and the war cry.
25. At each trumpet blast he neighs exultantly. He scents the battle from afar, the thundering of the commanders and the war cry.
“Faltar com a caridade¨¦ como ferir a pupila dos olhos de Deus.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina