Oh! The light I was brooding
Is at far beyond the farthest!
Should I quench in the sight distant
Or strive to get nearer?!
His promises are promises
But delay tests my mettle
Everytime I fail and cry
For this deal never settles
Well read of His mercy
I doubt when He delays
Yet it struck me lately
He tracks me in the maze
Grace! O Grace, descend!
It’s a meek song, listen!
Cloak me with Thy glisten!
In Thy mercy take me prison!
Mashook Rahman
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