Habakkuk, 3
11. The sun and moon stood still at the glint of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spears.
11. The sun and moon stood still at the glint of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spears.
“Ouço interiormente uma voz que constantemente me diz: Santifique-se e santifique!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina