
At times I’d want to know You more
And head out looking for ways
There is no shortage of evidence
No end to the signs
But what good are eyes when the heart is blind?
An hour of heedlessness can undo a year’s worth of worship
Be vigilant and guard night and day, the city of your heart
Your tongue - a tool for His remembrance
Ears – to attend to His call
Eyes – to reflect on His creation, His signs
And limbs to carry you to His obedience
When left unattended, your city is open to attack
Be vigilant and guard night and day, the city of your heart
So call upon the Almighty making your religion pure for Him
Sincerity itself is a grant, return to Him pleading for it!
And head out looking for ways
There is no shortage of evidence
No end to the signs
But what good are eyes when the heart is blind?
An hour of heedlessness can undo a year’s worth of worship
Be vigilant and guard night and day, the city of your heart
Your tongue - a tool for His remembrance
Ears – to attend to His call
Eyes – to reflect on His creation, His signs
And limbs to carry you to His obedience
When left unattended, your city is open to attack
Be vigilant and guard night and day, the city of your heart
So call upon the Almighty making your religion pure for Him
Sincerity itself is a grant, return to Him pleading for it!


