Am I Growing?

If I had to stand before a crowd,
And hear their gasping voice outloud;
Responding to the sight they see,
The sight of what they see of me…
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The state of growth as Christ would judge,
Just like a child should grow because –
We’re born again as newborn babes,
We’ve eaten milk, then grown with age.
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But maybe stopped too early on,
Matured to just a toddling one.
Or even grown to an adult,
But only hear God’s word and soak.
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Soak it in me, week by week –
Listening to the Pastor speak.
Say ‘amen’ at this or that.
I’m growing full, but spiritually fat.

Because the truth I’m given to eat,
Not exercised, and given feet –
Will only stay inside my head,
The actions stale – my faith is dead.
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My faith must grow – wax strong with use!
These years I have, I must not lose!
To begin as a child in Christ is fine –
But living the truth should change us in time.
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Change us by day, by thought, by choice;
Change every heart, our deeds, our voice.
Choosing our plans to conform to His,
Even when it’s hard – and growing pain is.
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For keeping in mind, one day I WILL stand
Before Him who died with nails in his hands.
He’ll judge, with all heaven, how I’ve grown in grace.
This moment, I’ve dreamt of…and covered my face.
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Help me, O Lord, in your spirit to grow.
To faithfully with the gospel go.
To put into action the truths that You give
To be more like Christ every day that I live.