My friend Jason emailed me a bunch of emails he has stored from me from years ago. Im talking 4-6years! I was not a Christian back then and I laugh at my Ignorance but I can feel the pain in some of what I wrote. What I am about to post I didnt write but I remember this poem hitting me because I just got over something that impacted my life for evil instead for good. I post it because to me, this tells me quite wonderfully, how stubborn sinners can be.
INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
~Willam Earnest Henly~