Bow To God, Not Fate Poem by Brett White

When love turns to hate, bow to God, not fate.
For in my darkest days, to Him Alone I'd relate.
And while sometimes I felt like slipping away,
He would catch me and say, "Brett, not today."
When bowed in burning tears, my pain He eased,
Even when I felt my entire Soul was diseased.
God lifteth my Spirits when they're down,
He maketh me laugh with snot in a frown.
When the entire world had written me off,
And all who saw me would just judge and scoff,
He filled my dreams with the most perfect light,
So it stands: I praise His name all day and night.