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.
“De todos os que vierem pedir meu auxílio, nunca perderei nenhum!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina