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!