Job, 39
25. At each trumpet blast he neighs exultantly. He scents the battle from afar, the thundering of the commanders and the war cry.
25. At each trumpet blast he neighs exultantly. He scents the battle from afar, the thundering of the commanders and the war cry.
“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