O slaves of Allah Almighty! When you purify yourselves for Salah with Wudu, Don't only pay heed to your covers. Pay heed to the filth hidden deep, Deep Inside of you. For Allah, The King of all kings, loves purified hearts...
Wudu is the ritual washing to be performed in preparation for prayer and worship. When we take a shower or wash our faces, hands, feet, etc, we get externally cleaned. But don't forget to cleanse your internal selves...✨✨
On my way to this place what were some traits that I missed recognizing as my own things? I can't separate my own from your things. That's always been my great undoing. I lose control of my self so quickly. Once looking like a dove, I become oil slick and grounded in a swamp, where the flighty thing becomes a being made up of the rant and the cry and the yell, *****, not as a state, but as the state of things. I can't separate my own from your things. Now I'm alone. I'm alone. And I feel. This bird's alone for the first time. On my way to this place, I've hurt and I've caused big hurt. Now I'm free to see through these eyes, all alone. Now I'm alone. I'm alone. And I feel Like myself. Purified.
Lord won’t you purify my heart and soul Wash me clean transform this lump of coal By the holy waters and the blood of the Lamb In this flood I see at last who I really am I am wonderful I am beautiful I am forever yours I am precious I am loved by death my life restores You have put me in a crucible a trial by fire To purify and strengthen me to lift me ever higher Right now all I feel is hurt and pain But with your help my faith will yet remain I know you’ll see me through this time and place And on tougher days I gaze upon your face I find the strength to get up and keep going One day I’ll look back and see that I was growing Refine me Lord and renew my beating heart I know that you are creating a work of art I am under construction and my Lord is far from done He is building me in the sight of every one Purify me Lord that I may be as holy as I ought Redirect me when I forget the lessons I was taught You are holy perfect blameless and true Hear our prayer and make us more like you In this mess Lord you see only beauty Like a butterfly one day we will break free Piece together my broken heart mend my broken wings Cleanse me from within of sin and other things
Bowing low before your cross I feel the hope I know the loss Broken you healed a broken land Kneeling you showed us how to stand Cursed you broke the curse of sin and death You gave your life to give us life with your last breath You opened your arms to open our eyes You were truth so we could spot true lies You were the way when we had lost our way You spoke life and taught us how to pray Glory to God the Father and the Son And the Spirit three in one
unless air is fatal to those who breathe, you should have nothing to fear. The safest way of surviving Fatal Air is to steal a few handfuls of blazing air. Granting you access to: “Enter without Danger.”
Physical contact sparked flames instantly. Heating up more than the temperature, while bundles of blazing grass were thrown in for a real heat wave. preparing the flame chest filled with signal rockets that we brought from the wreck blasted flying fiery serpents shots; gliding across the sky and shortly disappearing at a vast distance. Radiant meteors on a cloud of thunder lightened up by local magicians sparked and smoked like fire-breathing dragons.
These experiments lighted the air-leaving all oxygen purified.
Beauty comes from within, it doesn't matter how much we try to change our physical appearance we will always try to look better. Renew your mind, renew your soul, purify your thoughts, and open your heart, now you will experience true joy.