Poem: Invictus by William Ernest Hensley

Out o the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be 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 w/ punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Trans: The struggle of man to be his own god and to be the master of his destiny is a very real struggle we all must face, only James makes it clear – those who trust in the all-mighty, all-knowing, sovereign God, trust in the Lord.