Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I did all this for you.
→ I, The Lord , live from ever and forever in the immortal infinite , where is my residence , my temple and my kingdom .→ I, the Lord God , am love , I have revealed to you that my essence , my knowledge , my kingdom is of love .→ My sanctuary , my home , my kingdom welcomes my children in light and in love .→ My kingdom , my throne is eternal , founded only on love and you are .→ The dwelling where I live is also my glory , my throne and my endless realm .
→ I remain forever, eternally .→ The invisible lasts in eternity and forever.→ Blessed I, the father , forever, in eternity .→ Nothing is nothing , it does not really exist , that is , forever.→ What passes is nothing , it is not necessary , it is useless .→ Strength , love and intelligence , this I am forever, with every fullness .
→ I, the Lord , already, every day I walk , I build with you a path of love , I walk with you, I make myself similar to you in walking , I place certainties and you always before me.→ Build in love .→ I am with you, I love in this home , I move in you, for you, and I have built this dwelling for me and you.
→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ When my child discovers this beauty , knowledge , he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough .→ 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