Isaiah, 40
6. A voice says, "Cry!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
6. A voice says, "Cry!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
“Seria mais fácil a Terra existir sem o sol do que sem a santa Missa!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina