Show Me The Way Back Home
It comes when we give time to silence. It comes when we detach
from the world for a few hours. It comes when we are alone. It comes when we
become true to ourselves and give up on the many excuses that flow from our
lips. And sadly, it usually comes when it is far too late.
How long did the book of God stare at you from the shelf? How
long did you leave it to gather dust? How long did you wrap it with the most
beautiful material you could find and left it so high on the shelf, thinking
it wont call to you? How long did you yearn for it to be in your hands and how
long did you hunger to hear your Lord speak to you? Long enough!
How many excuses roamed your mind? How many times did you come
so close to praying? Did you make the same excuse of a drunk and used a verse
from His book about not praying while being intoxicated? How many times you
are going to mix books that polluted your mind with the words of the One true
God? How many times are you going to blame yourself in failing the test? How
long are you going to be scared of a new test because you climbed to such a
level in the past? How many times did you say ‘it is in the heart’ and yet,
you knew within this same heart of yours, anyone can shout they believe in
Him, and dress in a certain way but the King of kings wants more than words
and how you look? Words come cheap and it is the way of hypocrites but action,
prayer and fulfilling the promise is the way for the true servants of God. How
many times did you duck and dive, and sway in your sleep, thinking ‘this
could be my last night?’
No money, no fame, no women or men could silence that yearning
you tried so hard to conceal from your self and others. It took so long to
come back home, didn’t it? How you now weep on the time you lost in praising
the Lord of the Worlds. How your heart complains in your negligence and how it
may still complain to its Lord because you never embraced the call you heard
so many times. How much do you have to suffer to get the message - He is your
Salvation, the Giver, the Taker and Creator of all things? When will you start
what you finished and sooth your heart that begs you to embrace the call again
so you can return home? You may return home physically beaten! You may lose
everything! You may have to see all you love be a test for you such as your
wife, your brother who betrays you but you know, yes you know deep inside that
this life is a journey, and you have fought many battles but the ‘self’ is the
greatest battle you will ever face.
Death? Death is easy but to live in this world, to survive its
illusions, to walk away from its glitter, its women, its make up, its vanity
is hard. To stay true to your wife, your husband, to not cheat, lie and
backbite, to stay patient with foolish neighbours and so many old people that
lack wisdom is definitely hard, a difficult road, a hero’s road. A road not
for the cowards but He, the Lord of the Worlds, Allah, never said it would be
easy. To cause a scene, to shout slogans, to smell right, to look right, to be
amongst the learned is so, so easy but on your own, in your own back yard,
when doors are closed, that’s when the dark forces come. Get ready my friend;
get ready for the greatest battle of your life! Get ready for the battle of
the ‘self’ and I really hope you make it home in a state of true faith and
love for the Lord! And if you dislike meeting Him then you might want to know
that He dislikes meeting those who don’t want to return to Him even though
they and you and I have no choice anyway! The only reason why people fear
death and meet their Lord is because they know the crimes they’ve committed.
They know they are guilty. Have faith because He is the Oft-Forgiving, the
Most Gracious and the Most Merciful but sincere in ask for forgiveness.
I know the world seems so dark and each person you thought you
knew so well becomes a stranger, and the woman that becomes the wife suddenly
becomes arrogant, ungrateful, desires the worldly things and you see her true
colour, nothing but a hypocrite! No! I haven’t forgotten the brother becomes
the home breaker, and the sister becomes the whisperer, and the friend becomes
your enemy in disguise, and the Police becomes the drug supplier, and the
priest becomes the child molester, the Peace Maker become the ones who create
the wars, the government serves its desire for power and not to serve its
people, and the Nations become cowards and scared to unite against a powerful
nation that is evil and corrupt, and on and on does the darkness reveal itself
to you. Home? I tell you now, the path to return home is filled with rocks,
snakes, thorns but you can make it. I know with all my heart you can make it.
I once knew a man who wasn’t rich but had a family, a home, a
wife he adored, a child. He lost the wife who became ungrateful and betrayed
him. He lost the home and the child cause she got married to a man who was his
friend and he betrayed him too. He lost it all as she behind the wall made it
harder for him to make it right even for his child but this man who lost
everything walked away with such pain that his chest was closing in on him. It
hurt bad! After years of pain but patience he was rewarded with a better
woman, an awesome gift to spread the message. He looked at what he had and
looked in the mirror and smiled. You know why he smiled? He smiled because he
never knew all this pain was a test. The lies, the betrayal, the lost
brotherhood he adored, the marriage life he was grateful for broken, was a
test. Now, after five years he saw the wisdom reveal to him and he smiled at
it all. He never knew all the beauty he has now would ever come. And till this
day you would see an awesome smile on his face and when struggle came his way
he would say ‘Each struggle is a bridge to take me home to my Lord! All
praises to the Lord of the world Allah the Most High.
Lyrics for....Show Me The Way Back Home
No matter what I think, No matter what I do
I just can’t shake You out of my mind
Maybe deep inside I know
I’ll be meeting You
In a short while
No matter what I say
And the prays that I delay
The love is in me for You
And always, yes always, that love swims in my mind
Maybe, cause my soul knows; I’ll meet you, in time
Show me the way back home
Show me the way back home
I don’t know what to say, I don’t know where to go
But deep inside these are excuses; yes I know
I know where I should be searching….for you
Lord! Help me to pull through
Lord! Show me the way back home
Please Lord! Show me the way back home
It’s been too long, I’m hanging on
Show me the way back home
Tired of this world and it’s polish is just not enough
And I walk in, to just stare at your book on the shelve
I see the dust, Lord I know I must
I yearn for that touch; time that I lost…to know You
Show me the way back home
Show me the way back home
It’s been too long, I’m hanging on
Show me the way back home