I am going to a city, Where the streets with gold are laid; Where the tree of life is blooming And the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season Soon their beauty is decayed. I am going to a city, Where the roses never fade. Loved ones gone to be with Jesus, In their robes of white arrayed; Now are waiting for my coming, Where the roses never fade.
“What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself.” [Pascal, Pensees #425]
There are times when it is easy to worship the Lord and there are times when it is difficult. We must be committed to worship the Lord at all times because worship is good for us. We were designed to worship.