Dancing and some thoughts on fame

This moment of fame

Is just the same

As every other star

You only go so far

Till the light burns dim

Till it flickers and dies

As you fade from the eyes

Of every person around

Save for the sound

Of a well preserved archive via the internet.

But don’t lament

Not just yet

If you want to burn bright

You need an Eternal light

For platforms are built to crumble and fall

Only feet on the Rock will ever stand tall

So if you want to make an imprint on the world you can see

Then remember this friend - take it from me:

If Jesus is lifted up

His fame will reign

Lives will be changed

Things can’t be the same

Because when He calls

All men to come near

They surely will hear

As your life light infects the dark night

With an unstoppable flame

That will bring sight

To the blind, brokenhearted

The unbearably pained

With the redemptive healing power

Only Jesus can bring.

So stop building self-centered Kingdoms that melt with the sand

It’s time to step up and seek His plan.

So to it! Time flies! Don’t hedge about!

There’s only one Man's approval you can’t live without.

Just build your house on the rock my friend

Get delivered from the drug of man’s opinions        

and then
You’ll be fit to serve the true King
You'll be ready to give away everything
As the light of God’s glory fills your life
And the fireworks sparked beat back the night
You’ll add another line to the centuries-long story,
As you loudly proclaim Another Man’s glory
Now that’s a fame worth striving for.

And all it takes to start is an open door...

the one to your throne room.
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I wrote this poem after discovering a guy named George Sampson, a street dancer from the UK. 

Wow. 

He tried out for Britain's Got Talent, but didn't really get anywhere with it the first year. The second time he went out for it, he ended up winning and walked away with 100,000 pounds (however much that is.) Anyway, I watched several videos of this guy (because if I could have picked a talent, it would have been the ability to dance) and I ended up wondering where his road would lead him. It seems so many young people have started off with acting/singing/success, and they end up on some detour that leads... well, to dead end streets.

This poem was my thought process unfurled.