Al- Saheed!
Hearken! My voice
Hear my words
Words your mother
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I am the rose- gulped in thorns
The sheep veiled in a wolf
I am the warmth that dwells- in fire
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God is the playwright,
And we, we are, yes- the Tabula Rasa
God owns the pen-
And He gives to all –of- us
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Words of God
-Words of God
Are coming to us
-Coming from where?
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Mourn little-
That knows me
Mourn little-
That cares
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They said you should rest in peace
So you won’t see them forget you
Don't sleep my dear all thru-
Sometimes stroll by,
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Have you seen what I done
Ain’t it pretty?
It does make you spellbound
That silence is your choice-
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The day is come
When bid my sorrow- a bye
When tears mine shall flee
And burdens this be removed
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I remember you
When I walk the orchard
And the birds hum
I remember you
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In the dark I dwelt
In the dark I dwelt alone
Alone in the comforting dark
In the dark I could see
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