Poem: Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Written By Eric Howerton

Out of 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 with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

Eric Howerton

I'm a serial entrepreneur, avid outdoorsman, husband and father. My experiences with Christ began in 1999 when I felt that soft, yet serious nudge in spirit calling me to greater purpose than my own. My journey continues as my humility increases, my pride decreases and my will becomes His. Amen.

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