Song of Solomon, 5
2. I was sleeping, but my heart kept vigil; I heard my lover knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet with dew, my locks with the moisture of the night."
2. I was sleeping, but my heart kept vigil; I heard my lover knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet with dew, my locks with the moisture of the night."
“Todas as graças que pedimos no nome de Jesus são concedidas pelo Pai eterno.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
