Job, 27
21. The storm wind seizes him and he disappears; it sweeps him out of his place.
21. The storm wind seizes him and he disappears; it sweeps him out of his place.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina