We are,
But the pawns of God,
And he being the chess
master,
Moves us from one
block to another,
We are,
But the pawns of God,
He being the king,
Decides our fate,
And,
Puts us in a situation
or another,
When He wishes,
He makes us soar like
a hawk,
And,
Sometimes,
Make us crawl through
life,
All a pawn can do,
Follow the king’s
command,
For we are the pawns of
God,
Whatever we wish,
Whatever we say,
Only His will becomes
the play,
From life’s first to
final act,
We can just only
react,
To all that what
happens to us,
Though we may wish to
take a course,
He is the one, who
brings his force,
To ease our pain or
make an increase,
His will is supreme,
Though we may say that
it is extreme,
There’s a purpose of
every move,
He puts people and He
removes,
To test the endurance
of the pawn,
To test us in
happiness he brings dawn,
And to try us in dark,
He brings the dusk,
The path is there,
Straight and clear,
You choose to move,
Or fly away like a
dove,
And in the end,
The pawn wins or falls
your will writes your story,
A tale of glory,
Or a tragedy, of fall.
Muhammad Osama Yousuf
10/6/2014
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