Poetry

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The Puppet

Jan 2, 2002
By: Rick L. King

We are somewhat like a puppet in our Master's hand
As we learn that our Creator, has a plan
He gently pulls one string, and we are changed
As He prepares us, for new ground to gain

He really does care, so His touch is so tender
When He knows that our heart may break
He then only pulls on the string just a little
For He knows how much that we can take

Each pull of the string
Causes something that was dead to come alive
For only He knows
All the beauty that is in us, that we hide

He gently pulls on another string
And takes away all our fears
Our arms and legs now come to life
As He heals, all of our tears

The strings are God's Holy Spirit
And as He causes us to move
We will always prosper in some way in Jesus
And never, will we lose

Even though we are somewhat like a puppet
He always gives to us a choice
For when we learn the things led by God's Spirit
Will always make us want to rejoice

We are unlike a real puppet
As they never come alive
But God fills us with His Holy Spirit
And gives to us, a powerful life

Oh! to be a puppet
Empowered by the Masters hand
And just to follow all His wishes
And enter into, His glorious plan.


Copyright © 2007
By: Rick L. King

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