Psalms, 21
16. My strength has dried up like clay, and my tongue has adhered to my jaws. And you have pulled me down, into the dust of death.
16. My strength has dried up like clay, and my tongue has adhered to my jaws. And you have pulled me down, into the dust of death.
“Se quisermos colher é necessário não só semear, mas espalhar as sementes num bom campo. Quando as sementes se tornarem plantas, devemos cuidá-las para que as novas plantas não sejam sufocadas pelas ervas daninhas.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina