Isaiah, 38
14. Like a swallow I utter shrill cries; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak, gazing heavenward: O Lord, I am in straits; be my surety!
14. Like a swallow I utter shrill cries; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak, gazing heavenward: O Lord, I am in straits; be my surety!
“Para mim, Deus está sempre fixo na minha mente e estampado no meu coração.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina