Ya Hayy, You are too shy to turn away these hands. How many times have I asked with nothing worthy in return, and yet You still answered in a way that left me in awe? Forgive me for my mountains of fault for just a droplet of Your mercy, and give me more than I dare to ask because of Your generosity.

Ya Hayy, The Ever-Living who never fades. Put life into my worship when it starts to fade and life into my purpose when I start to feel lost again. Let my faith in You stay alive when the world floods me with dying promises and the devil deceives with his deception.