Vitor "The Phenom" Belfort

Uploaded by cynthiavance on 17.07.2011

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 fate
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.
So for Jesus to come into your life, you have to open the door of your heart.
Otherwise he will never come.