Momin You’re lucky!

When Allah had sent all His Prophets
And His religion Islam was complete
To leave man at satan’s mercy
His bounteous love wouldn’t permit.

Never to leave man unguided
Never to leave him alone,
Allah devised His Imamat
So justice could conquer and reign.

It’s His Mercy that we have a leader
His generosity that we have a guide
His love that we have our Imam
On this earth with us to abide.

He gave us the perfect Maula
To turn to in moments of strife,
Endowed with knowledge and wisdom
In whose hand we can submit our lives.

It is true that we cannot see him
Also true that he seems so abstract
Just call out to him from within, though
You’re sure to hear him call back!

You are a momin, he’s waiting
Waiting for you to call
So he can right your faltering step
And help you lest you fall.

The decision is wholly yours though
Whether you reach out or not
Whether you turn towards him
Whether you spare him a thought.

If you’ve made your contact
You’re secure to the end
Whether it is now or the hereafter
You have an eternal friend.

Afshan