Habakkuk, 3
14. Thou hast cursed his sceptres, the head of his warriors, them that came out as a whirlwind to scatter me. Their joy was like that of him that devoureth the poor man in secret.
14. Thou hast cursed his sceptres, the head of his warriors, them that came out as a whirlwind to scatter me. Their joy was like that of him that devoureth the poor man in secret.
“Faltar com a caridade¨¦ como ferir a pupila dos olhos de Deus.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina