I do not know the ending
A distant memory, the start
The plot, it thins then thickens
Rewriting each scene’s part
Today I am a hero
Then the maiden in distress
Tuesday’s word might be a “no”
Which might bring Wednesday’s “yes”
This is life, so unrehearsed
The ever-changing story
Tragic in its rawest form
Brilliant in its glory
Every day the curtain rises
Revealing joy or strife
And there I stand, no script in hand
My unrehearse-ed life.
The Playwright is a genius
He takes the cast and crew
Weaves them through this saga
Old characters and new
Comedy and tragedy
Grab hands to take a bow
Once enemies upon this stage
They stand in friendship now
This is life, so unrehearsed
The ever-changing story
Tragic in its rawest form
Brilliant in its glory
Each day the curtain rises
Revealing joy or strife
And there I stand, no script in hand
My unrehearse-ed life.
Sometimes I am the dancer
Music in my head
Next scene I am the wallflower
Wilting, almost dead
But all these parts and all these scenes
Were written just for me
The beautiful, the ugly
The grief and ecstasy
This is life, so unrehearsed
The ever-changing story
Tragic in its rawest form
Brilliant in its glory
Each day the curtain rises
Revealing joy or strife
And there I stand, no script in hand
My unrehearse-ed life.
I do not know my next line
Or when the curtains close
But I will run to this day’s stage
I know the One who knows….
Jeremiah 29:11 – “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Psalm 139:13-16 – For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
