The Gift of Praise

BISMILLAH...

I seek a divine find;
gifts of a spiritual kind;
mercy that's not confined;
with forgiveness combined...

I step firm in my weakness;
paling in YOUR Greatness;
mining for YOUR Kindness;
unable to reach YOUR Highness...

Gift to me oh CREATOR;
to whom none is Greater;
permission to bow now & later;
free me, the praise procrastinator...

My heart weeps even when my eyes are dry;
only YOU besides me can hear my soul cry;
in hopes of the gifts I receive only after I die;
I seek refuge from the devil's ultimate lie...

YOU alone I worship & praise;
in remembrance I spend my days;
when I'm not stuck in my mental maze;
torn between the rivers & the eternal blaze...

Gift to me oh CREATOR;
to whom none is Greater;
permission to bow now & later;
free me, the praise procrastinator...

No partners sons or daughters are YOURS;
YOU alone open life's & death's doors;
it's YOUR sky from which all rain pours;
just as it's YOU who brings the oceans upon the shores...

I declare openly without fear or hesitation;
to worship other than YOU is an abomination;
punishable by hell the most dreaded destination;
our bowing is for YOU and no other creation...

So, gift to me oh CREATOR;
to whom there is none Greater;
permission to bow now & later;
free me, the praise procrastinator...

may GOD who has absolutely NO partners sons or daughters be pleased...ameen