Dated: Thursday, April 18, 2013

by Amna Gohar (Late)

A lone tear,
How funny it was.
A blackened heart,
and sooty soul,
All soaked in sins.

And there I was,
At His gate.
Weeping,
Crying,
Wanting to be let in.

He opened His arms,
What an embrace it was!
Me?
No!
I felt ashamed.

I cried,
He was close.
I cried more,
He was closer,
Till He wiped away my sins.