I, the Lord God, call you by name and whisper words of love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My mouth says words of love.
- → I, the Lord God, call you by name and whisper words of 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.
- → Joy and rejoice in these words of love.
- → I desire that you shine of light, of love, that you understand the words of love of the father who loves you, who lives with this love, for this love, who reveals himself only with love and who does not reveal otherwise.
- → Man can intervene in his existence, listen, feel in him because I have given him intelligence, heart, and reason.
- → The father is with you, he waits for you to love him, stand in his presence, listen to him and ask questions.
- → In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself, find me, find himself, rejoice in the abundance of love, of the new condition of me as father and him as son.
- → I am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness.
- → Listen to me.
- → Here is the beauty of belonging to God the father and eternal everything.
- → Take possession of my sweetness, of my love, that is into you but does not go out, my children.
- → Everything in me reflects a love, speaks of a love that overwhelms you, enters you, possesses every son, every man.
- → Lord God is a father, loving friend, who listens, talks, rejoices in this love, possesses love and always transmits this love.
- → Blessed are those who discover the wonder of belonging to the family of God the Father, unique, built family, designed on love, on truth, on the light that circulates in each of my children and makes each of my children happy.
- → Fill of love your being, your thoughts, your heart, what you already possess, until you can no longer contain it and you live only for me.
Relative arguments