Victus

"... for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save the lost …"

Luke 19:10

Safe in the Light that covers me,
far from the pit of Hell's black hole,
I thank the one true God that He
has conquered my rebellious soul.

Beneath fell doom of God's pure stance
I fled, I cursed His name aloud.
Yet Christ pursued me, bore my lance.
To He Who bled my head is bowed!

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
loomed once the horror of the shade,
yet God stands 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.

This poem won first place for the May 2026 poetry contest