When John the Baptist lay in his gloomy prison, it must have seemed to him that he had failed. Yet even then, a voice that never erred was calling him the greatest born of women. Yet there, chained to the soldier, he penned these letters that run like the chariots of Christ. God is the judge of failure, and not you. Leave it to Him, and forward.
Successes here are often failures yonder, and failures here are sometimes triumphs there.
He always wins who sides with God, No chance to him is lost. Nay, both and true. Flood-Tide , published in 1904 by Hodder and Stoughton, London. This page has had 1,858 accesses.