Lying here and there waiting to be found
A fact unnoticed yet sublime,
Shadows Prostrating all the time
None as mighty as thee my Lord
Hamstrung are we without thy Accord
It seems as if our end is nigh
the souls are dead our prayers are dry
Beneath the sins our faith is crumbling
give us strength Oh Lord! We're stumbling
Thy Mercy we hope for Thy wrath we fear
If you don't help us our doom is near
We supplicate to Thee, Thou art our deity
Dress us Oh lord in the Raiment of piety
p.s
It's crude and probably technically not very appealing but it is something that I wrote in the Ramadan of 08
and the thought that I should put it up just hit me today :)
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