My Incomparable God

I don't know the way to prostrate properly 
I don't know how to make supplications discreetly 
The droplets just drip down my cheeks 
That's how this thing mercy seeks 
I know my faults, so I feel guilty 
But I know my Lord, He'll so benevolently
forgive my sins, if I ask regretfully 
My sinful past can't hinder my path 
Because my matter is already dealt with and
I don't need a man to hear or attend
It's me and my Lord, and He does listen 
I wrong and wrong, repent and repent 
I cry and cry, and I return again
See His forgiveness, He always forgives 
And not to mention, the favours He gives 
Air, water, clothes, food, and family 
He has never seized, whether I am faulty 
And provides all these bounties solely
This is my Lord, my God, my Allah 
Nothing is comparable, He's the one and only
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June 3, 2023 at 2:23 PM
It's important to remember that we all make mistakes and that it's never too late to ask for forgiveness and to make things right. Allah is always there to listen and to forgive us, no matter what we've done. Also, it's important to be grateful for all the blessings that Allah has given us. We should never take these things for granted and always remember to thank Allah for them.
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