I Often Think When I Might Sin

I often think when I might sin,What if the Angel would come to me then?Would I want to be risen doing that sin?I often think quietly to myself,Where will I go, oh, where will I go,When the Angel comes to me?

What if the Angel comes at night,With a command from Allah to take my soul?Where will I run, oh, where will I run?What if the Angel comes to me when I'm driving my car?Can I lock my doors, so the Angel can't get in?Where will I hide, oh where will I hide?
I often think when I might sin,What if the Angel would come to me then?Would I want to be risen doing that sin?I often think quietly to myself,Where will I go, oh where will I go,When the

Angel comes to me?

What if the Angel comes in the middle of tea?Maybe I can plead for a later return.How will I plead, oh, how will I plead?What if the Angel comes to me when I'm watching TV?Can I beg to the Angel for a little more time?How will I beg, oh how will I beg?

I often think when I might sin,What if the Angel would come to me then?Would I want to be risen doing that sin?I often think quietly to myself,Where will I go, oh, where will I go?When the Angel comes to me?

i did not write this poem...but whoever did wrote somthing powerful. The heart needs to beat....and so we stay alive. salaam