Children Of God (Song Of Adam) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Children Of God (Song Of Adam)

[Verse 1]
Each day brings a quiet victory,
As I wrestle with what's deep in me.
This war within, I fight alone—
The self that pulls me from the throne.

[Verse 2]
With sacred verse and rose in hand,
My heart begins to understand.
No more division, no more pride—
All souls are one, none cast aside.

[Chorus]
We are the children of the Light,
Born of breath so pure, so bright.
Not a fallen, cursed disgrace,
But formed by God and crowned with grace.
Within His court, we laugh and play,
Bathed in mercy, day by day.

[Verse 3]
I call no soul a child of shame—
For Adam bore a noble name.
A caliph formed of love and flame,
In God's own image, free of blame.

[Verse 4]
Let's call each other kin, not foe,
Not marked by skin or name we know.
A family forged in sacred fire,
Lit by the One Divine Desire.

[Chorus]
We are the children of the Light,
Born of breath so pure, so bright.
Not a fallen, cursed disgrace,
But formed by God and crowned with grace.
Within His court, we laugh and play,
Bathed in mercy, day by day.

[Bridge]
The angels asked from realms above:
'Will You make those who spill blood? '
But He replied with knowing art:
'I see what lies in every heart.'
They saw the flaws, the wounds, the war—
Not the truth of what we are.
Not the spark, the sacred role—
Free will: the mirror of the soul.

[Verse 5]
We chase no toys, no fleeting name—
True knowledge whispers Heaven's flame.
Wisdom is our richest prize,
A gift from God, the truly wise.

[Verse 6]
The secrets that the angels missed
Were breathed into our consciousness.
Above both Jinn and wings we rise—
To fall, to strive, to seek the skies.

[Chorus]
We are the children of the Light,
Born of breath so pure, so bright.
Not a fallen, cursed disgrace,
But formed by God and crowned with grace.
Within His court, we laugh and play,
Bathed in mercy, day by day.

[Outro]
So judge not Adam, God has said—
He raised him high, not ruled by dread.
And still His voice comes shining through:
'I know what they don't know of you.'

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