One time when I said: thee "God, my father?"

My son,
If I said: you, where do you come from? why are you here? what are you alive? Who wants and make you walk? How do you know about life and death, and life after death? Then all your charge will be based on the existence of all the mighty power, namely God.
My son, then show you how great it was really his power. Rotate the universe right on its orbit, grow plants and animals around you, creating earth and sky are you located between them. Periods in which the seeds of love both your parents are united in a sacred bond. Blowing each soul from heaven afterward.

Turn off and turn the spaces among you who never escaped from His control. Presenting the courts, heaven and hell, heaven-hell, and those elected to glorify you. There is no doubt and the futility of it yourself.
My son, actually we are so small from all the mercy and grace. However, we so often do not realize that we are raising our body with rage. Then cultivate faith in your hearts, my dear boy. Let your body and covering fields such as deep ocean creatures that are always inspiring power. For will flocking angels welcome you later, waiting at the gates of the most beautiful that have been promised.
Prostrate, my son! Present your god as a friend to your long wait in mortality values.