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December 6, 2009 - October 1, 2016
William Earnest Henley
... for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save the lost …
Out of the night that covered me,
black as the pit of Hell's vast hole,
I thank the only God that He
conquered Death to redeem my soul
Beneath fell doom of God’s just stance,
I could but flee and cry aloud.
Yet He pursued me, bore my lance.
To He Who bled is my head bowed!
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
loomed once the horror of the shade;
but God is guardian of the years,
and death shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait His gate,
how charged with punishments His scroll.
He is the Master of my fate;
He is the Saviour of my soul.
In Sunday School this morning (Dec. 6, 2009), during his excellent series on Revelation, Don Symon used William Ernest Henley's poem, "Invictus" as an illustration of the hopelessness of a life that has rejected God. I was moved to write a poem from my own perspective as a Christian, showing the hopefulness of a life that has accepted God in response and finished a rough first draft seconds before Don introduced us to the poem "The Captain", by Dorothea Day.
Through the roughly thirty revisions of "Victus!" that followed, I have tried to enhance the presentation of the Christian's hope while maintaining the lovely flow of Henley's original.
Each New Day A Miracle
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