Whispers of the Night by Sh. Abu Yusuf Riyadh ul Haq I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept And humbling myself before my Creator I wept Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt And dejectedly began to lament what I felt With a torn heart I gave a tongue to my woes and fears And in great anguish and sorrow I let flow my tears With poignant emotions raging in me so fierce I hoped that my prayers would the heavens pierce Oh Maker of my destiny, Master of my fate I cried Thou art the only refuge and succour for one so tried Tis before Thee alone that I bemoan Sufferings of mine only to Thee known Pains and torments that I can no longer bear Hopes and wishes I can entrust only to Thy care For Tis only the ocean of Thine infinite bounty that sustains all And only Thy forgiveness that restores those that fall Tis to Thee alone Oh Benevolent that I extend my hands in plea To whom besides Thee can this wretched soul flee Forgive my sins and grant me my desires Oh Almighty Reject me not, for nothing can redeem me save Thy mercy
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 20:41:18 +0000
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