A Poem for Self Searching


The Mount of the House of the Lord

The Mount of the House of the Lord.

When you are forgotten or neglected, or purposely set at naught, and you smile inwardly, glorying in the insult or the oversight, because thereby you are counted worthy to suffer with CHRIST -- That is Victory.

When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your taste offended, your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed, and you take it all in patient, loving silence -- That is Victory.

When you are content with any food, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the Will of GOD -- That is Victory.

When you can lovingly and patiently deal with any disorder and irregularity and unpunctuality, or any annoyance That is Victory.

When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation or to record your own good works, or to itch after commendation, when you can truly love to be unknown -- That is Victory.

When you can stand face to face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility, and endure it as Jesus endured it -- That is Victory.

When, like Paul, you can throw all your suffering on Jesus converting it into a means of knowing His overcoming Grace; and can say from a surrendered heart: "Most gladly, therefore, do I take pleasure in infirmities, in distresses, for CHRIST's sake" -- That is Victory.

To love equally as much the Grace that comes through being "instructed how to be hungry" and to suffer, as you love the faith required to know how to be "full" and to abound in health -- That is Victory.

When death and life are both alike to you, through CHRIST, and to do His Perfect Will you delight not more in one than in the other -- That is Victory; for through Him you may become able to, say, "CHRIST shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life or by death."


"... put on the Lord Jesus Christ"

and thus to triumph over one's self.

"In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us."