Every thought a thought of You
Mo more thought I ought to do
When there ain't a thing we see
Or touch we trust is true
Every thought a thought of You

Every look in search of You
No need for books when we’re with You
You wear a thin disguise,
O Light within my brother’s eyes
Every look in search of You

Every song in praise of You
Our darkest nights are days to You
The trees raise branches high
Like arms in church to grateful sky
Every song in praise of You

No one here to believe but You
Everyone else is bound to leave but You
When they swear their love is real
They mean "I like the way you make me feel"
No one here to believe but You
There's no one here to believe but You

kul-anaya fikr minh ka
abadan ahatmam enna ajab
hayya’alal falal qad qamadis alah
Haqq: la illaha il Allah