On being “different”

Islamic

Breaking through my pains of darkness Black with worry doubts unclear
Lighting up the ghosts around me With a light so soft so dear
Filling my sad heart with gladness In its holy power grasps
Comes the rule to have to live by, nothing here at all does last
Islam in its blessed outpourings Godlike as I fall so weak
Conquering every single shadow,Bringing all I e'er could seek
With a kindness all divinelike lifting me from darkest days
I hear the voice "Be strong go on now" lasting for another day