Song of Solomon, 5
5. I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
5. I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
“Seria mais fácil a Terra existir sem o sol do que sem a santa Missa!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina