In moments, my Beloved came to me—
shame dripped from my tears, verses of my love.
I remembered His nearness, even in absence…
He waits for my return.
My shame grew; teardrops swelled to seas.
He is near—the King, my Judge—
how can I, His servant, stray afar?
I am His craft, yet He shaped the spheres…
I’m a speck in the ocean of His will.
O heart, you have none but the Merciful!
O heart, shake off the dust—behold the Near, the Compassionate.
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believe with your GOD
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ITS make me cry
GOD I LOVE MY GOD VERY MUCH