There is a face I long to see,
I pray that it will turn to me
The day I dread but hope to free
My lowly soul.
There is a voice I long to hear,
I pray that I will find it near
The day I lose my own to fear
I can’t control.
There is a hand I long to touch,
I long to touch it very much
To drink from it my fill as such;
And I’ll be whole.
There is a man I long to meet,
I long to sit beside his feet,
In timeless moments to repeat
For evermore.
SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa sallam.