My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The visible does not last.
- → Everything in me is never appearance, it is clarity, purity, true love, manifest essence, reached only in the love between you and me, possible, which is kept alive with trust and the abandonment of being children and having me for a father.
- → Do not love, do not want for you and do not look for things or relationships that are vain, false, empty, apparent, not sincere.
Recurrences in the text
- → You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
- → My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
- → What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
- → Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
- → Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
- → Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
- → The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.
- → The world does not belong to you.
- → You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.
- → Do not trust the world and the illusions of the world.
- → Everything in me is never appearance, it is clarity, purity, true love, manifest essence, reached only in the love between you and me, possible, which is kept alive with trust and the abandonment of being children and having me for a father.
- → I, God, the Lord, do not use my sons, I do not deceive him, I have always said who I am, who are you, what is the world, I work with intelligence, love and peace in the life of every my son.
Relative arguments