The souls Captain
Art thou in truth?
Then what of Him who bought thee with His blood?
Who plunged into devouring seas
And snatched thee from the flood,
Who bore for all our fallen race
What none but Him could bear-
That God who died that man might live
And endless glory share.
Of what avail thy vaunted strength
Apart from His vast might?
Pray that His light may pierce the gloom
That thou mayest see aright.
Men are as bubbles on the wave,
As leaves upon the tree,
Thou, captain of thy soul! Forsooth,
Who gave that place to thee?
Free will is thine-free agency,
To wield for right or wrong;
But thou must answer unto Him
To whom all souls belong.
Orson F Whitney
Now, that being said, This is my response to "Invictus."
The Captain of Fate
I am the captain of my fate,
but without my God i'm always late,
He is the engine on my ship
and without his strength, this boat would flip,
he drives me forth and pushes me on,
without his help, my strength is gone,
I am the master of my life,
But without his help, I'd know all strife,
He is the strength that pushes me,
and through his love, I am set free,
He is my sense of good direction,
and through obedience, i gain protection,
I am the author of this story,
Without his help, I'd not know glory,
He is the one with power to edit,
and through his plan, i gain all credit,
He funds the book of which i write,
and gives me the strength to write all night!
Spencer Johnson
No comments:
Post a Comment