An answer to Invictus
Out of the light that dazzles me
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be
for Christ the conquerer of my soul.
Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince or cry aloud.
Under that rule which men call chance
My head with joy is humbly bowed.
Beyond the place of sin and tears
That life with Him! And His the aid,
Despite the menace of the years
Keep, and shall keep me, unafraid.
I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is thwe Master of ym fate,
Christ is the Captain of my soul.
