.. and misery for me all the wealth that is not my God.
Give me thee, O God my, bring you to me: I love you. If not enough, give more love. I can not measure and find out how much is not enough to love me perfect when I rushed to a Your arms, and looked up to by you, until the "disappeared under the cover to your face." I only know that bad to me without you - not only externally but also internally, and misery for me, every asset that is not my God.
Bl.Avgustin.
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