Was It Not Him

WAS IT NOT HIM

Whether you believe him or not,

it is he who made you and me,

with dirt and sand, just like that of pottery,

and taught us an intelligent speech.

the sun and the moon, was made in a day,

they never error, unless he say,

stone and trees, bows to him in prostration,

Made his beloved prophet, best of creation.

without a pillar he set the sky, with a mighty height,

and hung cottons like cloud, pure white,

and whenever he wish’s he breaks the cloud,

and down comes the rain with thunder that cry out loud.

he placed the shooting stars, to shoot the devils,

when they sneak up and try to do evil,

isn’t it him who made the earth as a comfy bed for you and me?

wasn’t it him who protected us from our insecurities?

didn’t he bring forth from land, provisions to eat?

and commanded the sun to be a source of heat?

and owns the floating mountains in his sea!

what a wonderful sight to see!

All praise to him, who made the seven sky,

from high above he hears our cry!

tis so unpredictable how he is going to reply!

all we have to do is try and try,

one day everyone is going to die,

and you’ll have to say for your loved ones good bye,

and when our soul is separated from our body!

up above the seven sky it’ll fly