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?
By Cynthia Heraud