Psalms, 97
5. The hills melted like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
5. The hills melted like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina