Forgive Me

Battered and Bruised,
Deceived and Beguiled,
On bended knee,
I sigh,
Cry,
And I wonder, why?

Why, oh why, does this have to be?
Only now the answer is so clear to me,
It is after all written plainly for all to see,
Hate what’s good,
Love what’s bad,
But Allah knows what I know not,
Test me He does for all that I got,

Oh Allah, forgive me for my pride,
I blindly demanded my heart’s desires,
Without considering the hell-fires,
All things asked for granted by Your Grace,
But beware it may backfire straight in your face,

Oh Allah, forgive me for my lack of sight,
I considered happiness as my right,
No burden more than I can bear,
But the guilt is so terrible that I despair,

Warnings from parents spurned and ignored,
Oh, please forgive me, my gracious Lord,
Trudge along for many a day and night,
But for Your rehmat that is so bright,
Finally …
To submit and agree,
That which was preordained for me,
A measure of relief and peace, at least,

Please, I would like to be able to declare,
With bent head,
In humility,
Nafs restrained,
Ego chained,
With total fidelity,
Oh Allah, I leave my life in Your care.

Again and again, Oh Allah, forgive me.

Help Me Forgive

When rage and fury overwhelm my heart,
It’s time to look to God’s own Holy Word.
I search the Bible for His good advice;
My will to His commands must be deferred.In Romans God reveals His love for me;
In all things God works only for my good;
He gives me blessings I can’t understand;
I’d be peaceful if I’d do the things I should.Jesus forgave so much; why then can’t I?
I want to mold my life after His own.
I pray, I try, but my sinful nature wins;
Lord, help me, I can’t do this thing alone.In Colossians, I read about the peace of Christ;
Oh, how I long to feel it in my heart.
All I have to do is to forgive,
But Lord, it seems I don’t know where to start.I need to walk a mile in the other’s shoes;
They’re doing what they think they have to do.
I know some problems are blessings in disguise,
But Lord, sometimes I feel so doggone blue.Ephesians says "forgive as the Lord forgave you;
Get rid of anger and every form of malice."
I’d love to just let go and release it all,
But upon my heart is a wound that’s become a callus.I’ll keep praying, trying, Lord, no matter what;
I’m determined to let go and relinquish blame;
Some day, I’ll say, and be truly sincere:
"I forgive it all in Jesus’ precious name."

Autumn

THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.