Fear

I cant help it,
Like a crashing cockpit,
I bow in prostration and fear my God.

My stone heart melting,
Boys repenting,
What am I waiting?
I bow in prostration and fear my God.

Tear drops relenting,
Taqwa has me panting,
It flows in me everlasting,
I bow in prostration and fear my God.

My caution hazard and danger sign,
Is the fear of Allah am building high,
Tilt the world over,
I wont take cover,
Boil me forever,
I fear that neither,
But the one I bother,
Is to bow in prostration and fear my God.

" But for he who has feared the position of his Lord are two gardens"[Q55:46]
" So prostrate and worship (Him)"[Q53:62]

#9 The Nine SHUJA3 Collection. Alhamdullah dear reader you can sit back and thrill your nerves as this is the final poem in the collection, your brother Hafiz Hero.