2 Maccabees, 14
45. Still breathing, and inflamed with anger, he got up and ran through the crowd, with blood gushing from his frightful wounds.
45. Still breathing, and inflamed with anger, he got up and ran through the crowd, with blood gushing from his frightful wounds.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina