Search Me O God. By Gilbert Growcott
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All Nations
As A Young Man
Be Not Faithless
Be Swift
Be Ye Holy
Behold
Being Fruitful
Beware Lest
Burning Fire
But In Understanding
Buy
Christ Our Passover
Cleanseth
Comparing Themselves
Desire Milk
Do Good
Do Not Keep
Draw Nigh
Everlasting
Every Spirit
First Last
Follow Right
Fullness
Give None
God Is Love
Godliness
Grace
Grow Up
Guide
Heart
Helper
Him Only
Hold
Humble Yourselves
Humble Yourselves There
I Rejoice
I Will Offer
Keep Covenant
Lay Up For Yourselves
Lead
Let Thy Light
Let Us Not Judge
Let Your Joy
Life
Life Eternal
Love And Trib
Love Enemies
Love Is Of God
Love The Lord
Man Soweth
Marriage
My Heart
My Soul
My Soul Thirsteth
Ourselves Also
Paths
Pleasure
Proud
Put Not Trust
Renewed In Spirit
Sacrifices
Salvation
Seven
Soul
Strange Doctrines
The Desire
The Flesh Deceitful
The Flesh Lusteth
The Zeal
Therefore Choose Life
They Shall Prosper
They That Seek
This Is The Way
Thoughts
Thy Word
To Tell
Transformed
Tribulation
Truth
Try Me
Uncorruptness
Walk Worthy
Who
Whole Heart
Wisdom
Without Excuse
Wonderful
Work Out
Workman
Yahweh Strength

Being Fruitful In Every Good Work (Col. 1:10)

Don't drift. Don't play. Make all your time sensible and constructive and useful. Play is for children. It is essential for them. Your childhood is over. Grow up. There is plenty of exercise and enjoyment and relaxation in practical and effective work. Eschew the fleshly illusion that time must be wasted to be enjoyed. That's stupid. We have no justification or excuse for wasting God's valuable time in childplay -- for ALL our time is His, for His purpose. We have solemnly agreed to this. So be honest. Live up to it. You KNOW there is no satisfying peace or joy in slipping back into the vacuous and juvenile play of infancy. Grow up! Press on! Keep your eye on the glorious goal. You have a brief, once-only opportunity to secure eternity. Don't bungle it. Disneyland is for immature and empty minds. It's a dressed up skeleton: a grinning corpse. Look beyond the glitter and tinsel to the cold and dead bones beneath. It's the whole mad world in microcosm: shun it as the plague.

The Berean Christadelphians