PUPPET ON A STRING

HERE I STAND,

AS YOU WISH,

TRYING VERY HARD

TO

SEEM IMPOSING

AS I VERY GRATEFULLY

NOT TO MENTION GRACEFULLY

 REST

AGAINST YOUR GUIDING STRINGS.

SEND ME WHERE I NEED TO BE,

TELL ME WHAT TO SAY,

BEND ME TO YOUR WILL.

BREAK ME,

CHANGE ME,

RESHAPE ME.

I AM YOURS.

YOU CREATED ME

IN YOUR OWN IMAGE.

I AM SO EXCITED

EVEN STILL

AT WHAT LIES AHEAD

BEING IN YOUR WILL,

STAYING OFF THE FENCE,

DARE I FALL OVER

LIKE HUMPTY DUMPTY

TO THE OTHER SIDE.

BUT I KNOW FOR A FACT

THAT YOUR MOST HIGHLY RATED

ANGELS SURROUND

ME AND MINE

BECAUSE

I PROMISE YOU

I HAVE FELT THE FLUTTER 

OF THEIR 

SOFT WINGS

AGAINST MY WEEPING CHEEK.

I GUESS WHAT I AM ASKING YOU, LORD,

IS TO PLEASE NEVER LET GO

OF THE STRINGS

THAT TIE ME TO YOU.

PSALM 17:8

KEEP ME AS THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE;

HIDE ME IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS.