THE LOVING LORD BEHIND THE SCENES
When my face is patched with patches of night
When the whole me is brought too low
I always feel the touch of generous force so tight
That puts the Satan in me go-slow
When my whole life is put astray
That it knows not even a single ray
I’m always put to hope by a powerful voice
That says my happiness is my Owners highest choice
When in life what I breath is sorrow
And wish the best I can have is death
A word of assurance pierces my heart as an arrow
From a divine source that gives me a hopeful strength
When in life I get confused
And all my wories start to diffuse
I’m always taught by a gracious being to read Muhammad
Whom even in hell did not go mad
When I know no peace in my earthly family
And all my Maker got me is Islam
A purpose of brotherhood it holds so dearly
That even in hell we may live in shalom
My loving Lord, help me tell tears to wait
Or can even go and rest in Kuwait
I know it is your greatest wish I live my best
Whiles gone days are the egregious grievous test
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