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The Mission of Suffering

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 35.

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The Mission of Suffering

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
There came unto my door, with pensive face, A sober mien, and meek and quiet grace, Dame Suffering. I shrank from her embrace, She oped the door, unbidden entered in. Her presence lent a chill to lure of sin, And through my heart, deep wrung by care and woe, There breathed the fragrance, naught else could bestow, Of sympathy.
Long had I yearned to do Some mighty deed to win fair laurels true, But He who metes to each his work of love Assigned to me this portion from above, That thus my stubborn will and selfish heart Might bear the impress his love doth impart. So may we be deep shorn of our desire, Refined and purified by suffering's fire, Until the glory of the Saviour's face May be reflected in our lowly place.
Divinity may walk in mortal dress Till, perfected through ills of life, it bless And meet God's will in his great world of need Through kindred brother-touch for hearts that bleed.