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How foolish, Father, 

to believe Your Son could cause himself to suffer! 

Could he make a plan for his damnation, 

and be left without a certain way to his release? 

You love me, Father. 

You could never leave me desolate, 

to die within a world of pain and cruelty. 

How could I think that Love has left Itself? 

There is no will except the Will of Love. 

Fear is a dream, 

and has no will that can conflict with Yours. 

Conflict is sleep, and peace awakening. 

Death is illusion; life, eternal truth. 

There is no opposition to Your Will. 

There is no conflict, for my will is Yours.

ACIM L331

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Uma só crença,
No Amor!

Mano
Oeiras, 27 de Novembro de 2019
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