"If we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased." - C.S. Lewis
Oh, why do we still play with mud
For endless days and hours?
The Savior shed His precious blood
To free us from sin's powers!
He's saved us from the wrath of God
And offers endless joys;
Therefore it's foolish and it's odd
To follow trifling toys.
Did worldly pleasures satisfy
When we were still in sin?
Or were we not destroyed thereby
And giv'n no peace within?
Yet joy and peace are found in Christ;
They cannot be found elsewhere.
His worth and value can't be priced;
He is a Treasure fair!
If seeking Christ seems like a chore,
We need to understand
Psalm thirty-seven and verse four:
"Delight" is our command!
What sweeter duty, nobler call!
Is it a harsh pursuit
To give this Christ our life, our all,
And seek His great repute?
Do treasure-seekers moan and groan
When they must dig for gold?
No, they are set on this alone:
The prize they'll soon behold!
So put aside the foolish lies;
Earth's promises are poor.
At God's right hand there is a prize: