Sky-Falling Gold
Some complain of snow
Some complain of the cold
But what falls from the sky
Is much more golden than gold
Blessings from the sky
Yet we turn a blind eye
We instead express our disgust
When we could turn our sins into dust
We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain
But instead we scowl and frown on that rain
We could thank God instead of making a fuss
(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)
A time to be grateful,
Yet we just complain
We could be making precious du’aa
For major beneficial gain
But it’s easier to grumble
Roll your eyes and shake your head
You may regret not taking advantage of this
When you’re long gone and dead
Don’t delay being
Grateful to your Lord
Let your heart live out
The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.
Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013
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