When our time on earth is through,
What happens to me and you?
In Islam, it's believed we rise,
To face the judgment of the skies.
The Lord, who made us, is beyond our ken,
His ways too great for us to comprehend.
But still we hold onto faith,
Hoping for a brighter, everlasting place.
It's said that those who lived right,
Will bask in heaven's everlasting light.
Rivers of milk and honey flow,
And gardens full of beauty, you'll know.
So when we leave this earth behind,
We need not fear what we'll find,
For we'll be judged by the Most High,
And given peace that will never die.
- Author: polymorph ( Offline)
- Published: February 3rd, 2023 15:50
- Category: Religion
- Views: 16
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