The Puppet

The strings are pulled delicately
Sending the puppet into a dance
Its flailing limbs are powerless to resist
The taunting commands of its captor

But my God You saw me in my humiliation
And Your heart lurched for me
You cut me free from what trapped me
The entangled lies You cleared from my mind

You strengthened my weak arms
And empowered my trembling knees
My hardened heart You took in Your hands
Gently You healed the scars of my tragedy

Now I no longer dance to circus music
Now my heart is moved by an orchestra
A crescendo which comes from God’s heart
Which brings tears to my eyes
And to which I cannot help but dance

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