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.
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 .
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price , because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love .→ The work I want you to do for me is that you work without getting tired for my kingdom , for my announcement , to dedicate yourselves to my word and to my listening , which is the greatest treasure for every man .→ Look at me, listen to me when I call you by name , whenever you can 't deal with situations , you lose control of every action , in every need .→ If you look for me in love , you think of me, you listen to me, in love you will find me and you, there will be no more difficulties and disturbances .
→ My children struggle , climb , in a life that passes in trouble , in the poverty of love , of reason , they believe they are limited , they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen , a heart as big as the mine , which they themselves limit in love .→ 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 .→ Too much makes you worry , too little leads you to unawareness .
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