Oh Allah!

Oh Allah

Wherever I guess a trace

I rush with all my might

just for getting a hint

of the path leading to you…

Whenever I hear your name

my heart misses a beat

All blood rushing to my face

guilt overwhelming me…

Whenever I stop to reflect

I find an empty void

How can I dare Lord

to invite you into my heart?

Wherever I see rebellion

I look at the earth with love

as I recall all those times

when it did not swallow me…

Whenever I am asked to teach

the virtues of obedience

I gaze at my inner self

and want to be a student…

Wherever I am teaching

inside I feel those cracks

cemented with gratefulness

for hiding all that stench…

Whenever I recall the times

of my well lit fires washed

by your waters of mercy

my head hangs down in shame…

Whenever I try to mask

the stench created by my sins

I always see Your hand

already spreading its fragrance…

Whenever I hear of masters

of Lords of majesty and grace

My eyes thirsty for a glimpse

find solace in your lofty word…

Whenever I am reading it

my eyes flood with tears

Who can be kinder my Lord

to let a wretch see that grace…

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