You are mine, I am yours forever and ever.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I, Lord God and father, will transform torments into joy, fears in security, certainties, confusion in clarity, precision, the imperfection which makes you weak, overcome by the insistent forces of the world and the flesh.
- → 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.
- → Whenever your thoughts torment you, pester you, think about me, father, that it is not worth that those thoughts overcome, confuse you, think of me even stronger and with a gentle force.
- → I am the God of love, who loves children forever, in imperfection, in anguish, in the torments of life, and establishes with his children daily a dialogue, a union of love.
Recurrences in the text
- → You are my beloved, wanted, desired children, in whom I rejoice, so rejoice in being children.
- → Turn to me with love, for I, God, turn to you.
- → You are mine, I am yours forever and ever.
- → Fall in love with me, as I am in love with you.
- → I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.
- → Belong to me, because you belong to me.
- → You are mine and I am yours from ever and for ever.
- → I possess you and you possess me only with love.
- → My love persists from ever and for ever.
- → I am the Lord God who loves you from the depths of his being, the great soul of eternity and of his children.
- → You, my children, possess my love.
- → I have created you to be loved by me and to love me.
- → Take possession of my sweetness, of my love, that is into you but does not go out, my children.
- → Everything around you belongs to me.
- → The belonging to the father really belongs to you.
- → This is the wonderful belonging of a pact, a bond between me and you.
- → I am the God of love, who loves children forever, in imperfection, in anguish, in the torments of life, and establishes with his children daily a dialogue, a union of love.
Relative arguments