poetry

[Gull]

Our Allah knows what's best for us,

But our hearts would lose there tende

So why should we complain ...

We always want the sunshine,

But He knows there must be rain.

We love the sound of laughter

And the merriment of cheer;

But our hearts would lose their tenderness

If we never shed a tear.

Our Allah tests us often

With suffering and with sorrow;

He tests us, not to punish us,

But to help us meet "tomorrow."

For growing trees are strengthened

When they withstand the storm;

And the sharp cut of the chisel

Gives the marble grace and form.

Allah never hurts us needlessly

And He never wastes our pain;

For every loss He sends to us

Is followed by rich gain.

And when we count the blessings

That Allah has so freely sent;

We will find no cause for murmuring

And no time to lament!