Archives for June 12, 2018

Sitting on a prayer rug,
I’m broken like a twig;
Got nothing left to show, Lord
Nothing there to give.

My heart is heavy, laden
With all this filth and grime,
Dripping with the sins that I have
Gathered over time.

Let it rain Your Nur
To wash away the dirt
This sinner has forgotten how
The touch of sin must hurt.

Sitting on a prayer rug,
Trying hard to cry,
Truth for me is buried deep,
Deep inside a lie.

Let not my Nabi
Turn away
Away from me
Upon that day

Allah, when shade
Is hard to find
When I would trade
The aggregate
Of all the pleasures
In my mind

But let him find me
In the throngs
And wave me over
To his side
Beneath the mantle of Mukhtar
Where in your endless mercy, Lord
Khalid might abide