The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer

He is a gentle Man with hands soft and light as a feather
He moves swiftly, elegant in His pieces together
He may gently lift up your arms and so very delicately
He places them around someone else, a caress of comfort

I have no choice, no will of my own accord
I must do as He says, I must shadow Him and His beauty

He gently tugs the heart string, thump-bump slow and steady
He beats my heart for me and chooses to share what's inside
He pushes love outside of what is natural to me
He extends it to others and is unselfish in each new adventure

I have no desire to do what I want
Even if these strings were mine
I could not do as He does, it's too perfect
I must do as He says, I must shadow Him and His beauty

He moves my feet and guides them
His path is radiance and also quite intimidating
He gently nudges and is careful in His baby stepping me
He wants me to succeed, for His masterpiece would not be
Would not be complete if one of the strings were to be broken

I have no fear in what my Master does
I know that He must love me for He is very careful
I must do what He instructs
I will shadow His beauty

He lifts up my face so that I can see
I see all the sadness He is trying to free
He opens my ears so that I can hear
I hear all of His wonder, the time is drawing near
He moves me. My puppeteer - I love him, dearly.

The puppeteer's play is almost over
His work will be graceful
His work will be magnificent
In all it's grander, splendor devine
He sweetly instills his genius into me.
I am imbued with His Spirit
I am moved by His hands
I am touched by His inspiration


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