St. Francis Day

04.10- St. Francis d'Assisi Day.....
Dolce è sentire

Come nel mio cuore

Ora umilmente

Sta nascendo amore

Dolce è capire

Che non son più solo

Ma che son parte

Di un'immensa vita

Che generosa

Risplende intorno a me

Dono di Lui

Del suo immenso amor

Dono di Lui

Del suo immenso amor

Dono di Lui

Del suo immenso amor

Sia laudato

Nostro Signore

Che ha creato

L'universo intero

Sia laudato

Nostro Signore

Noi tutti siamo

Sue creature

Dono di Lui

Del Suo immenso amore

Beato chi Lo serve in umiltà


Sweet is to feel

Like in my heart

Now humbly

Love is being born

It's sweet to understand

I am no longer alone

But that I am part

Of an immense life

How generous

It shines around me

Gift of Him

Of his immense love

Gift of Him

Of his immense love

Gift of Him

Of his immense love

Praised be

Our Lord

Who created

The whole universe

Praised be

Our Lord

We all are

His creatures

Gift of Him

Of His immense love

Blessed are those who serve Him in humility


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