Where charity and love, God is there.
I have a need for love that does not fit in this bad world. And the devil, who never sleeps, I was off the road, putting across the nostalgia of the times with Carlos, the desire to be with many men despite my disgust for sex and stupid illusions that a couple of one day being married, that I love as much as I am able to love. Traps, all are snares of the devil you do not want to miss. I plead guilty of
mundane, frivolous and capricious. To offend Jesus, whom I'm unfaithful in thought and work even after I played with his hand several times. No, this has to stop. This great love in me can not spot more, because it is intended to be burned as incense in other altars. I do not know if they will be unscrupulous fruit of my pride, but I am convinced that this love can not be used for one person but everyone around me. Ubi caritas et love, Deus ibi est. And trust, trust in Him, in His mercy. Everything passes, God never changes.
Satan, whom I have always served and adored, is now raging and putting stones on the road. It appears to me form of Carlos, which I have most loved in this world, I kneel before him and be faithful, because there is no bug outsmart the devil. But I have already stalled: it appears in this form to hurt me and leave the road, so I drown the grief and do not praise the grace that God has given me. It will not be with me this time, the house built on rock, not on sand. Jesus is my fiance, and he will not allow me to continue enticing.
mundane, frivolous and capricious. To offend Jesus, whom I'm unfaithful in thought and work even after I played with his hand several times. No, this has to stop. This great love in me can not spot more, because it is intended to be burned as incense in other altars. I do not know if they will be unscrupulous fruit of my pride, but I am convinced that this love can not be used for one person but everyone around me. Ubi caritas et love, Deus ibi est. And trust, trust in Him, in His mercy. Everything passes, God never changes.
Satan, whom I have always served and adored, is now raging and putting stones on the road. It appears to me form of Carlos, which I have most loved in this world, I kneel before him and be faithful, because there is no bug outsmart the devil. But I have already stalled: it appears in this form to hurt me and leave the road, so I drown the grief and do not praise the grace that God has given me. It will not be with me this time, the house built on rock, not on sand. Jesus is my fiance, and he will not allow me to continue enticing.
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