Not Fate, But Faith
Trust God to guide your way’s increase,
Not fate’s cold hand or drifting plan.
In trials, still rejoice in peace—
Trust not in fate, but in God’s hand.
To bend and bow to Heaven’s will,
To face each storm without dismay,
Yield not to fate that’s weary still—
Let hope reshape the darkest day.
Trust God to guide you on your way,
For wisdom blooms in humble youth.
Resist no trial, but face each day—
Be steadfast in the path of truth.
Walk with faith, not in dread or fear,
And find God’s quiet presence near.
Trust God to bless each hidden crease,
And shape your journey’s winding line.
With hope that turns the night to peace,
And light that makes the dark divine.
The path is narrow, yet it leads
To peace beyond all pain and loss;
In Christ, the soul finds all it needs—
The way, the truth, the life—the cross.
Not only reason lights the way,
Nor vow nor claim can make us true.
A life remade in God’s own grace—
Not words alone, but what we do.
The night shall break, the light draws nigh:
The way, the truth, the life on high.
WoPoLi 
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