I feel like someone’s tugging my sleeve;
gently urging me down life’s path;
I can feel it more when I’m sad, or grieve;
and, when I incur someone’s wrath.
When someone tells me a very sad story;
I feel an energy, tug on my heartstring;
at the same time, I feel the power of glory;
sensing the tug comes from the King.
Through life I’m tugged in many directions;
an external force, keeps pulling, it seems;
some decisions are contrary to my selections;
as though someone is pulling my strings.
I often consider what I’m destined to be;
searching for the meaning of self control.
Is my will directing this puppet of me,
through the internal thoughts of my soul?
Perhaps we’re all part of the Master’s plan;
destined for some special purpose;
for, our days, are numbered; since all began;
and, our reasons have yet to surface.
Each is destined to dance to God’s will;
sometimes, as the puppet, on a string;
all other times, we simply desire to fulfill;
the will of our Master and King.
We all are the puppets of life on earth;
the Master pulls our energy string;
a flash of Lightning created our birth;
for we are the puppets of the King.