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pg kampus sport day
sore tilik bayi bu riris
w pak ahmad b risma humaira b sarwi p hanif b ninik b intan b bety n daughter
bukber at napoli w b anisa n b novinda
allahuakbar
God, forgive me for being greedy,
You’ve given me a scholarship, yet I still want more,
But my heart always yearns for more,
The blessings that come never seem enough, God.
Here, it feels so very comfortable,
Every step is filled with gratitude,
I am so happy here, God,
Living in a peace that cannot be expressed.
I want to live here, always,
Enjoying every moment you give,
Surrounded by those who encourage,
Building a future full of hope.
I hope you show me the way, God,
To reach dreams that are even higher,
With a sincere heart and full effort,
So that every hope becomes a reality.
God, I ask that you don’t let me become complacent,
Let me keep fighting on this path,
With all that you’ve given me,
I will remain thankful and continue striving.
It should be prayer at the right time,
Honoring time, a gift from God.
Honoring those who arrive early,
With sincerity, no one left behind.
Pity those who arrive early,
With hopes of doing what's best.
They come with pure intentions,
But sometimes time passes too fast.
They want to arrive early,
Pray at the right time, without rushing.
Go home on time, back to rest,
Ready for tasks, nothing left behind.
But if they come home late,
Tired, weary, their body lies still.
Sleep comes quickly, tasks left undone,
Hopes delayed, forgotten.
Yet, even when time flies by,
There’s always a lesson, we must try.
Pray on time, tasks complete,
Maintain balance, for life to be sweet.
Excluded, it's okay, it doesn't matter to me,
No need to join, no need to be seen by anyone.
They may be busy with their own world,
But my heart remains calm, unmoved.
What matters is that I am in His circle,
A place full of love, full of His grace.
In God, I find my place,
More than the world, more than they know.
They seek recognition, a place to belong,
But I find peace that cannot be denied.
His circle is the true home,
There, I feel whole, I feel I matter.
No need to be included in this narrow world,
Because His love is the closest place to me.
God is always present, in every step,
Strengthening my heart, giving hope that never fades.
In His circle, I stand firm,
Unaffected by a world that sometimes seems gray.
Their uni circle, so tight and true,
With bonds that form, and dreams that grew.
A world of voices, opinions they share,
Yet, somehow, I feel an absence there.
Not include that too, they chose to steer,
A quiet space where none would peer.
But in the silence, a truth I know,
There’s more to life than what they show.
It’s ok, I whisper, as peace descends,
For I have found where love never ends.
In the circle of God, I belong,
A place of grace, where I grow strong.
Their world may be vast, their paths so wide,
But my heart rests in the love inside.
No need for inclusion, or to belong,
For in His arms, I am where I belong.
Their uni circle will fade away,
But God’s circle, forever will stay.
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