Psalms, 37
20. The wicked perish, the enemies of the LORD; Like the beauty of meadows they vanish; like smoke they disappear.
20. The wicked perish, the enemies of the LORD; Like the beauty of meadows they vanish; like smoke they disappear.
“Todas as graças que pedimos no nome de Jesus são concedidas pelo Pai eterno.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina