Isaiah, 5
28. their arrows are sharp, all their bows bent, their horses' hoofs seem like flint, and their wheels like the whirlwind.
28. their arrows are sharp, all their bows bent, their horses' hoofs seem like flint, and their wheels like the whirlwind.
“Subamos sem nos cansarmos, sob a celeste vista do Salvador. Distanciemo-nos das afeições terrenas. Despojemo-nos do homem velho e vistamo-nos do homem novo. Aspiremos à felicidade que nos está reservada.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina