Job, 37
11. He weighs the clouds down with moisture, and the storm clouds radiate his lightning.
11. He weighs the clouds down with moisture, and the storm clouds radiate his lightning.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina