Isaiah, 40
6. A voice says, "Cry!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
6. A voice says, "Cry!" And I said, "What shall I cry?" All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
“Enquanto tiver medo de ser infiel a Deus, você não será’. Deve-se ter medo quando o medo acaba!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina