Isaiah, 40
7. The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass.
7. The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people is grass.
“Devo fazer somente a vontade de Deus e, se lhe agrado, o restante não conta.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina