Isaiah, 40
7. The grass withers, the flower wilts, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it. (So then, the people is the grass.)
7. The grass withers, the flower wilts, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it. (So then, the people is the grass.)
“Viva feliz. Sirva ao Senhor alegremente e com o espírito despreocupado.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina