The prophet was a man
To him none compare
In essence so good
Of him none were scared
He prayed all night
With swollen feet
For our forgiveness
Our mercy to seek
His smile lit
The world blue
Abolished hate
His message true
Born an orphan
With mother to pass
What comfort had he?
Yet mercy it lasts
He shyed away
From all idolatry
To find true God
To finally see
To finally see
His people hated him
And what was his sin
Care for the orphan
To all he’d grin
Greeted all with smiles
Even enemy deep
His Love for us
To this day replete
Perchance to meet him
Oh but to try
Alas fall short
Can’t even cry
The prophet my dear
The prophet my love
Send blessings on you
From Allah above
Beg dear Allah
To dry these tears
From broken words
And enemies leers
Oh dear God
Me I can’t defend
My strength it’s gone
From loves it ends
I turn to him
The one whose true
My lord dear God
My lord so true
And beg of him
On prophet dear
Bestow your blessings
Deep and sincere
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