A puppet
Strings held tight
by people all around you

Dictating what you do
"Give me more time"
"Come see me more"

The frail wood is no match
For the pressure from the strings.
Eventually the puppet will break

Cut the strings loose
From your loved ones.
They may get hurt
They may get mad
They may think you are selfish
You may feel guilty.
Give the strings back
To the One who should have them

A puppet works best
When its strings are held
from Above

Then your arms are free
For your husband and child
Your hands are free
To reach out to the unsaved
Your feet are free
To go where He leads you

Strings on each corner of the mouth,
When held from above,
Create a smile