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!
Jesus lhe quer bem, da maneira que só Ele sabe amar.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina