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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves , to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more , I, the Lord , present myself , call you by name and ask you for love .→ From you I do not want torments , judgments , empty words , confused , throwing here and there in the world , I want words that go beyond the sound , calling me father and dad .→ I, the Lord , wish that you love in joy , without sorrow , that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety .→ I delicately ask to you love , until you reach me, the father who understands your levels , is near you with care , listens and transforms everything in love .
→ This emptiness , this absence of substance , of reason , of heart , makes you slaves , prisoners of an empty world , which makes you believe you are deficient , exploits your deficiencies , makes you do what it wants .→ Get rid of what the world and the flesh make you believe .→ Do not believe the judgments of the world or those who identify with the world .→ If you do not remember me, the world invades your conscience , conditions you, robs you of your transcendent nature , possesses you, makes you believe that you are similar , mortal , fragile .→ This world says that everything is temporary .→ The voice of the world denies me completely or simulates being me.
→ 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 .
→ My sons , I desire from you a sweet , great , loving , new heart , that can discover , listen , love me, pure, discovering the beauty of being sons , strong , loving me sincerely , ardently , faithfully , transforming every obstacle and every action made in love , every pain in gift .
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