I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I, Lord God , look at you with tenderness , I join you in your torments , in your choices , at every moment , always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments , as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.
→ Turn to me with jolts of love not small , swaying , fast , overwhelming , shattering even your life , which I have given you.→ Because I have transmitted and given to you the love of my being , you possess it, it is not impure , it is pure and it is a free love , which brings peace and justice .→ You already possess the eternal love that I have for you and I have given abundantly , with love and joy .→ I am a father , I perform wonders every day , I give in abundance , I do not stop , I work continuously .→ This is the love that makes us meet , revealed , not illusory , in the fullness that I give to my children .
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path , every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity , he knew the world , the power , the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible , because nonexistent , he looked at me, he saw that I am important , that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important , and he found me in trust and abandonment .
→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .
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