Psalms, 37
20. But the wicked perish; the enemies of the LORD are like the glory of the pastures, they vanish -- like smoke they vanish away.
20. But the wicked perish; the enemies of the LORD are like the glory of the pastures, they vanish -- like smoke they vanish away.
“Deus quer que as suas misérias sejam o trono da Sua misericórdia.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina