Psalms, 147
6. He sends his ice crystals like morsels. Who can stand firm before the face of his cold?
6. He sends his ice crystals like morsels. Who can stand firm before the face of his cold?
“Subamos sem nos cansarmos, sob a celeste vista do Salvador. Distanciemo-nos das afeições terrenas. Despojemo-nos do homem velho e vistamo-nos do homem novo. Aspiremos à felicidade que nos está reservada.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina