The Captain of the Lord's Host

Be His! The Spotless Bride, unconquerable by anyone or anything, except her heart conquered totally by the Captain of the Lord's Hosts, Jesus the Christ! (W. Henley) Sent By: l, g

6/18/2010

Invictus (unconquerable) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, i thank God who lives in me For His, my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of hardened men i have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of their sin 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 far the gate, How charged with lies the humans' scroll, HE is the Master of *her* fate; HE is the Captain of *her* soul. Faithless scoundrels wearing masks, Dragging the ignorant down like flies. She grows in His Presence, as He tasks, His, the Spotless Bride, ARISE!