Habakkuk, 3
11. the moon remains in its shelter, At the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
11. the moon remains in its shelter, At the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina