Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in 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.
- → To get excited is to bring out of reason and heart what is good or bad for you and live it with me.
- → Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.
- → Your choices are not conscious, not dictated by heart or by reason, are dictated by the world that oppresses you, it deludes you, finally throws you away and destroys you.
- → The desire of me arises in every son from knowledge, thoughts, the heart where I have already placed it, it stands out and spreads itself, makes you desiring with all your strength to be mine, to want me, to stand by and to living with me until you can no longer stay without 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.
Relative arguments