The love makes you narrowed and tied to me children.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Dear children, ever love and know, I am like a mother who cures, nurses and grows her child, I am here for you, I am always with you and never detached.
- → With love I made you grow, fed, chased, carried in my arms and in my heart.
- → The reason is the part that I, the Lord, do live, free in nourishment and substance.
- → Feed yourself and others with love and light.
- → I want you to love me, I always love you, in silence, joy and pain, I invite you to true, complete love that comes from within and shakes you hard, deep, intense.
- → Work in silence and in love.
- → While the world is fighting my children, I, the Lord God and father, do not stand by, I do not stand still, I intervene in hiding, in silence, always, every day, until I enter each of my children with love and with light.
- → Happy is the man who recognizes in hiding, in silence, the face, tenderness and sweetness of the father.
- → I show you my face in silence, hiding.
Relative arguments