Prayer

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I woke at midnight, my energy spent

I wondered what that dream had meant;

The dream that's become quite frequent

It's message no less apparent.

For every day that came and went

My hours to futile causes lent,

How many times on my knee bent

Did I for my sins repent?

A prayer whispered in accents fervent -

Before Allah I cannot pretend:

In the face of Satan's malcontent

I had become ambivalent.

My Lord! Before thy grace I relent.

Thou could not have sent a softer agent.

I shed my pride and become blatant,

And beg they forgiveness. Amen.

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