Muhammad, From Among Your Own, He Rose Poem by Mohammad Younus

Muhammad, from among your own, he arose—
no stranger, no distant voice,
but one who shared your joys and sorrows,
who tread the same dust-laden paths,
whose heart pulsed with the rhythm of your hopes.

He grieves when you falter,
his soul aches beneath your burdens.
He yearns to shield you from harm,
to lift you from despair with hands of mercy,
to call you toward a love vaster than oceans.

To the faithful, he is a garden of solace,
a lantern in the darkest night,
a whisper of grace in the winds of hardship.
He does not waver, nor turn away—
his kindness flows, ceaseless and unshaken.

Yet, if they turn away, if they cast shadows
where light should reign,
know this: he does not stand alone.
His refuge is the One, the Eternal,
the Keeper of all hearts.

He leans upon the Unshakable,
the Name above all names,
the Lord of the Mighty Throne—
and in Him, he places all his trust.

— MyKoul