It must be October, the trees are falling away and showing their true colors.

 My boy Florek:




Lodi di Dio Altissimo

Tu sei santo, Signore, solo Dio,

che operi cose meravigliose.

Tu sei forte, Tu sei grande, Tu sei altissimo,

Tu sei re onnipotente, Tu, Padre santo,

re del cielo e della terra.

Tu sei trino ed uno, Signore Dio degli dèi,

Tu sei il bene, ogni bene, il sommo bene,

il Signore Dio vivo e vero.

Tu sei amore e carità, Tu sei sapienza,

Tu sei umiltà, Tu sei pazienza,

Tu sei bellezza, Tu sei mansuetudine,

Tu sei sicurezza, Tu sei quiete.

Tu sei gaudio e letizia,

Tu sei la nostra speranza, Tu sei giustizia,

Tu sei temperanza,

Tu sei tutta la nostra ricchezza a sufficienza.

Tu sei bellezza, Tu sei mansuetudine.

Tu sei protettore,

Tu sei custode e nostro difensore,

Tu sei fortezza, Tu sei refrigerio.

Tu sei la nostra speranza,

Tu sei la nostra fede, Tu sei la nostra carità.

Tu sei tutta la nostra dolcezza,

Tu sei la nostra vita eterna,

grande e ammirabile Signore,

Dio onnipotente, misericordioso Salvatore.


You are holy, Lord, the only God,

and Your deeds are wonderful.

You are strong.

You are great.

You are the Most High.

You are Almighty.

You, Holy Father are King of heaven and earth.

You are Three and One, Lord God, all Good.

You are Good, all Good, supreme Good,

Lord God, living and true.

You are love. You are wisdom.

You are humility. You are endurance.

You are rest. You are peace.

You are joy and gladness.

You are justice and moderation.

You are all our riches, and You suffice for us.

You are beauty.

You are gentleness.

You are our protector.

You are our guardian and defender.

You are our courage. You are our haven and our hope.

You are our faith, our great consolation.

You are our eternal life, Great and Wonderful Lord,

God Almighty, Merciful Saviour.






































































































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