Oh, Why Do We Still Play With Mud?

"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:

     Pleasures forevermore.