The Time of their Lives

Dancing through life? It may seem…but isn't that really…just a dream…


Debutante balls and pulsing parties, each better than the rest.

The privileged and the popular, feeding off the source, so many new cohorts.

Having the time of their lives…are they really?..., cliquing with only the best, full of zest and much jest.


The party stops and the mystique is gone.

No one remains, the friends are lost.

All have become the spawn, the vain children of the ripping undertow, and the cruel, immoral sea of snakes.

Left all alone on the shore, who is left to pick up the smoldering pieces? A shattered wasteland is revealed, no longer has any appeal.


Wallowing in misery and spewing their pride, to who can these "privileged" confide? Burning with insecurity, covering it with inadequate bait, their souls continually nearing their expiration date…

Dancing through life? It may seem, but this is only just a dream.

Life is never that easy, it can never truly be. Don't be feckless or reckless.

Think on good things…Grow not weary of this life or have such distaste.

Hold out my sweet, God will show you your place.


A broken mirror, the party scene is, the image of perfection gone.

The sad aftermath remains, a wake of the true lives of the guests, no smoke, no mirrors.

Still blithely unaware of their fate, they carry on, reeling from decimated dreams and then some.

One Man surveys the empty ballroom, His heart saddened by the decay. No matter, there is still a way, a way…


Another party has sprung up, this one wilder still:

so many attend, it's like ants pouring out of a hill.

Masks abound and airs affected, a grand bash this is…is it really?...

The Man enters and all heads turn: poor world, they look dejected.

He takes His time and looks about the room. His Presence tugging at the guests hearts, He ups and leaves with a start.


Curiosity, thirst, and hunger spreads. Many reject Him with ice cold hearts, but look!

A few waltz out the door, their chains being lifted and how one could tell: they no longer fear hell.

Dancing through life? It may seems, but this is only a dream. Life is never that easy, it can never truly be, how can you not see?

Don't be feckless or reckless. Think on good things…Grow not weary of this life or have such distaste…

Hold out my sweet, God will show you your place.


The wasteland remains, floating serpentine, but the rest of the world is still unseen.

Wallowing in misery and spewing their pride, to who can these "privileged" confide?

Burning with insecurity, covering it with inadequate bait, they sit and wait.

Waiting they stay, avoiding their fate

We pray as their souls continually near their expiration date…

This is dedicated to all the stars who need our prayer and God's intervention and also to some friends. I give all the glory to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.