Scripture My Hopes by Ibrahim Jaaber

i want to know mecca to medina by foot but i'm too busy with life
i want to know abraham like a father and i'll be the sacrifice
i want to know jerusalem like the true followers of christ
but moses did not know the promise land yet he was still granted paradise


i want to know what its like to travel to heaven and back in one night
i want to know what it's like to stand in the shadow of adam's height
i want to know love i want to know light
i want to know what it's like to hear the angels recite

i want to know the book as if it was written in my heart
i want to know what noah felt when he was building up his ark
i want to know moons that split and seas that part
i want to know the waterways upon which jesus walked

i want to know sacred before man set out to change it
i want to know the scriptures in their original language
i want to know the torah in hebrew and the gospels in aramaic
i want to hear the psalms read in the voice of david

i want to know the prayer of jonah in the belly of the whale
i want to know the prayer of joseph in the bottom of the well
i want to know the prayer of john when they locked him in a cell
i want to know what would've happened if adam never fell

i want to know heaven like home, i want to know solomon's throne
i want to know goliath overthrown and i'll be the stone
and i don't want a crown i want a dome and pillars made of chrome
i want faith to consume me- i want to feel it in my bones

i want the truth to be known, i want the proof to be shown
until we wash away the blood of athens and the fingerprints of rome
i want a moment of my own- me and the messenger alone
how unbelievable it would be just to recite him a poem
but see my life is a pen and so i've been writing all my wrongs
reunited with the righteous it's like i'm right where i belong


i want to know the basket that carried moses up the nile
and the key that lifted the shackles from the ankles of bilal
i want to know what it's like to be chosen above the crowd
and to overcome the trials like joseph as a child

i want to know jacob (ya-qub) the father of a nation
still not forgotten for a thousand generations
i want to know islam without the innovations
i want my people to worship the creator and not the creation

i want to know ali, young and courageous
hamza and umar some of the bravest
uthman and abu bakr in the battle of badr
usama ibin zaid- a warrior beyond age

and how many more that historians have torn from the page
over 120,000 prophets and we only know a few of their names

i want to know wisdom like luqman advising his son
i want to know purity through the eyes of the young
i want to know victory before my time here is done
i want to see this ummah united as one

i want to know the straight path like the back of my hand
embody the quran like muhammad the map of a man
i want to nomad my way across the desert like a peasant
who's memorized every ancient path known to the fertile crescent

i want to back pack islam from giza to gaza
on my don't look back until i reach the ka'aba
and many learn the deen from scholars
but what if you had the opportunity to sit at the feet of the sahaba

or better yet the prophet standing upon his minbar
just before we break bread with the companions at iftar
i want to know my creator that he is pleased with his slave
and i want him to know that i am grateful for all that he gave

i want to remember this world through the eyes of faith
just a stranger without a name but many recognize the face
standing upon a place outside of time and space
i'm just a traveler in this world trying to find my place