Life Has No Rehearsal

Life has been likened to a play,
Man's worth set on stage,
Each breathing breath a story
From birth until deaths glory.

But come the final scene
In life what's been, has been;
It offers no rehearsal,
Nor erases with reversal.

Yet when the curtain falls,
Mourning the only applause,
Light will set the stage ablaze
And we'll yearn no more, encore.

The Producer is there to greet us,
He'll appraise us with His love,
And forgive the scenes we muddled
With the symbol of the Dove.