You are woven into love, embraced by love, part of me and a big part as I am in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
- → Recognize the miracles I make in your life, in your existence, that happen, that you do not see, because you are taken from the worries of the world and of the flesh.
- → If you look in silence you will understand more importantly, what completes your existence, that apparent envelope which inebriates, imprisons you into an iniquitous and failing system.
- → Take possession of love, of you, of me, of this identity, of this eternity, which exists and is for you.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
- → In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.
- → This is true, pure, free love, that has joy, which is only the encounter, the link and the union with me God and father.
- → If you know, understand what I feel for you and you for me, you will come to me, to the father, to the light, to love, to that love that makes you free, happy, possesses you in truth, in security, overcomes all boundaries and limits.
- → You say that you are sons of the father, of a wealth that goes beyond all boundaries, of a love that does not enslave you, makes you free, loved, above all it makes you know your true nature, what you are, what I am and what I am. what will be in love.
- → Living only as children in love, in joy, in the truth that I am, you are free, in love, generous and mine.
Relative arguments