I have a story that has to be told,
How close I came to loosing my soul.
It happened one night in a hospital room.
Allah touched my heart and saved me from doom.
As I lay in bed all alone that night,
It was dark and I saw nothing in sight.
But, I knew, I knew that someone was there.
I knew someone was there.
The Spirit filled my room that night,
He and the Devil were going to have a fight.
My soul was the cost I'd have to pay if the Devil won,
I covered my head and began to pray to Allah,
It was over the Spirit touched my heart,
I am a child of Allah nothing can break us apart.
I 'm living for our Savior now because I can see,
That's why I love to praise Him for He set me free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem