You Know That Party?

You Know That Party
You’re Going To . . .

Amazing!

‘Cause Usually You
Light a Match
to Those Invitations,
Choosing, Instead, to
Be At Home, Reading
That Tom Robbins Novel
or Watching Adam Sandler In
“Punch-Drunk Love”
for the Fifth Time.

You Know That Party
You’re Going To . . .

Amazing!

‘Cause Usually You
Toss Those Invitations,
Choosing, Instead, To
Sit on the Couch and Stew
About that Leaky Faucet
and the Unmowed Lawn
and the Car You’re
Too Damn Lazy to Wash.

You Know That Party
You’re Going To . . .

Amazing!

Your Friends Will Be There,
Someone Will
Turn Up the Music
Till Even You
Pretend You
Know How To Dance.

But Here’s the Best Part:

You Know the One
Some Call God,
But You Call The Maker?

The Maker
Wants To Be Your Date
at That Party.

The Maker
Loves Parties.

The Maker
Wants To Go With You
to That Party.

No, Wait . . .

The Maker
Wants To Go
AS
You.