Nasheeds > Lyrics > Dawud Wharnsby Ali :: Crazy Spots

All the earth is a place of prostration
every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm, plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walk way,
any place clean and green can be a place to pray.
When I think of every path, where I have ever trod,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I’ve stopped to worship God.

Remember that long car ride driving all night so far?
Under the summer moon we pulled of to the side, reclining in the front seat of the car.
Waking to a fajr bird’s sound and washing in the coin car wash we found
with a water blaster making wudu, you sprayed me and I sprayed you.
We stood so drowsy in with dawn behind the car wash, dripping’ on the lawn.

All the earth is a place of prostration
every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm, plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walk way,
any place clean and green can be a place to pray.
When I think of every path, where I have ever trod,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I’ve stopped to worship God.

Saturday shopping day, in a busy mall, I’m busting through the aisles.
Worldly wants gettin’ in my way. Each blank zombie shopper face void of smiles.
Time comes for a prayer attack, grab a pair of pants or a sweater from a rack,
find a change room and latch the door, set aside excuses and hit the floor.
Then go back to the mall. Somehow it’s easier then to make sense of it all.

All the earth is a place of prostration
every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm, plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walk way,
any place clean and green can be a place to pray.
When I think of every path, where I have ever trod,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I’ve stopped to worship God.

Our socks froze to the blanket that we spread over the snow,
your call to prayer bounced off the trees and across the icy meadow.
Crisp and clean cold air, our hearts were so aware.
Our bodies felt the frozen freedom, what a very cool place for prayer.

All the earth is a place of prostration
every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm, plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walk way,
any place clean and green can be a place to pray.
When I think of every path, where I have ever trod,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I’ve stopped to worship God.

There was the time next to the river, there was the time in the school hall,
there was the stairwell in that building, there was that forest in the fall,
the movie house corridor, the air-plane kitchen in the sky,
so many places and I’m sure there’ll be more pieces of earth to testify.

All the earth is a place of prostration
every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm, plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walk way,
any place clean and green can be a place to pray.
When I think of every path, where I have ever trod,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I’ve stopped to worship God.