On Missing Your Khutbah

I know I’m not where you are
Though you know I’d rather be
Doesn’t matter that you’re far
All that matters is you see

I have things that I must do
That are keeping me from you
Hurts me I won’t hear the words
That you’ll utter when you do

Say it as you say it best
For the ears that hear you speak
May your audience be blest
And the blessing reach who seek

Friday comes and Friday goes
As it burns away my woes
May the sweetest sermon free
Me from all my vanity.

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