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!
“Nunca se canse de rezar e de ensinar a rezar.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina