Islamic
O’er waiting tasbih in my mind there sweeps a power Illumined thoughts that comes to man each waiting hour And o’er the angry waves of life A man does walk Though gone from sight through writings still He comes and talks Then His perfumed, sweet presence shows a truer sight With Kissed Koran, I wake to know A world more bright With tired limbs and burdened heart Its hard to see Where you are my dear Messiah I long to be Your lamp of truth it guides my boat Upon Life's shore, The waves and tides that once did shock, Oh, nevermore! And now a white-winged angel comes and wipes my tears I kiss my pain and praise Allah Who’s ever near