Isaiah, 40
7. The grass withers, the flower wilts, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it. (So then, the people is the grass.)
7. The grass withers, the flower wilts, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it. (So then, the people is the grass.)
“Pode-se manter a paz de espírito mesmo no meio das tempestades da vida”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina