The Puppet Song

Sometime last November, I wanted to write something to commemorate what had happened to me in those last few months.

I wanted it to be a poem or a song; but I'm not a poet, and this isn't any kind of poem or song with rhyme or rhythm or anything like that.

I call it "The Puppet Song". I know, I know, it's a bit strange.
But it means two things:

1. Submission. To allow oneself to be like a puppet is to renounce any claim or control over self. A giving up of self and self will. In this case, it is a very, very happy thing. Because the one I am submitting to is a good Master.

2. I am being made different. God is changing me to be more like Him (though sometimes it is scary), and it's strange and wonderful to be different. I want to do right, I want to make Him happy, I want to know Him. This is totally different than it was before.

Dance, dance, dance
I am a puppet on Your strings
Dance, dance, dance

At one time I lived for myself
and I worked for my father the Devil

I would try to break off my own arms
and I would throw myself into fire

I was blindfolded
and would run around in the dark
I wanted death to come
I tried to end my life any chance I got

At that time I lived for myself
and I worked for my father the Devil

But now You have captured me
and have caused me to see You

And now I dance
I dance for you
I am the puppet on Your strings

I belong to You now
And I do what You want me to
even when I am not aware

You are holding the strings

And You are the one who makes me dance

I want to dance forever
because You are the one holding my strings
I want to dance forever

Dance, dance, dance,
I am a puppet on Your strings
Dance, dance, dance

The things You make me do
are not part of who I used to be
I had never known these things before
They are things You make me do

And they make me want to dance for You

You are a better Master
so much of a better Master

It is better that You hold my strings
than when I did
I am a fool
And You are a Master

And it is better that I work for You
When I worked for the Devil all was dark
and I was dead

But You have made me alive
and I want to dance for You!!!

All I want is to dance for You
For the good You have done for me!!

I want to dance forever for You!
because You are the one holding my strings!
I want to dance forever for You!!
because You will never let me go!!

Dance, dance, dance,
I am a puppet on Your strings
Dance, dance, dance