Isaiah, 40
7. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of Yahweh blows on them. (The grass is surely the people.)
7. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of Yahweh blows on them. (The grass is surely the people.)
“As almas! As almas! Se alguém soubesse o preço que custam”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina