Isaiah, 57
17. For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
17. For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
“Apóie-se, como faz Nossa Senhora, à cruz de Jesus e nunca lhe faltará conforto”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina