I can't hold these thank yous any longer,
and in all humility I'll approach no other.
Gracias Rabbana, my heart throbs enough for me to write this alive.
Gracias Rabbana, my mind still perceives tomorrow in all its intentions.
Gracias Rabbana, my soul still respires to your breath and my spirit accords.
I thank you. Because many a time I haven't.
I have dived deep into moments without reflecting back
to even silently whisper a thank you.
I thank you. Because I've grown to realize life.
I have developed a consciousness only you would grant
in all its abundance as I sought after it.
I thank you. Because you've decorated my life
anointed my steps and blessed the works of my hands.
I thank you. Because there's so much I'd utter right now
that would look so minute in your even greater and bigger eyes.
Gracias Rabbana! You know me too well!
You know when I fault, you see when I stumble.
You've seen the mess I am and the struggles I couldn't overcome.
You've seen the paths I've taken and the roads I couldn't advance.
You've seen the foods I ate and the strange ones that choked me.
You've seen the games I played and the tournaments I lost.
You've seen it all, Rabbana, you've been aware of my actions, all along!
Gracias Rabbana! It is you who sees no fault in weakness
when we run to you for strength.
It is you who sees beyond my conceit and that which I'm vain in when it's always been your grace.
It is you who looks beyond my helplessness in my dire time of need because you're hope itself.
It is you who distinguishes that which I do good and there where I slip, the author and finisher of my faith.
It is you who knows when I am supposed to be grateful,
and I know it's all the time.. so,
Gracias Rabbana!
I'll lift up your banners, graffitied all over with your fulfilled promises.
I'll declare "Gracias Rabbana" in the secrets of my chambers
and even conspicuously overt in public if I have to.
I'll humble myself and uplift the undying grace you've had over me.
I'll listen to the humming of our busy lives and create a
thank you song for all you've done.
The children will sing it, the youth will echo it,
the old man will believe it and the old woman will dance in your favour.
I'll chant your praises in the morning and in the shadows of the night,
and choirs will sing in the background as they hymn your praises
saying;
Gracias Rabbana!
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