My children turn, spin, fall on the same difficulties, they can't understand, they can't comprehend my nature, the essence of God the father, this love given, which is only for all of them.
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.→ When I see my tormented children , I understand their difficulties , that there is light but they do not see it, that I am there , but they prefer to me what belongs to the world and to the flesh .
→ Your search in the world has ended and now you know who I am , who you are and what the world is .→ The world is empty , uncertain , unreal , it's not your homeland , it has only a brief deceptive experience in common with you.→ Let the world go its own way , towards nothingness , according to its destiny , not to waste time and energy in trying to conquer it, possess it, save it or enjoy it more than much .→ Play with the world if you want , but don 't you stick to it and don 't serve it.→ I am everything and you are mine , worthy of my love and my presence .
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