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.)
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina