Puppet Love

My soul is held by God and yet it's free,
I'm on His puppet strings that I can break,
He will not waste His Providence on me,
it's push and pull in our sweet give and take.
God is not set on my humiliation,
He won't take back the dignity He gave,
my liberty, not His predestination,
will here decide what bloodied soul I save.
Love holds the strings and love will make me dance,
God is my partner, not my puppeteer,
enchanted, yes, still I'm not in a trance,
charmed and in awe, I choose the Lord to fear.
Lend long Your strong grace, God, for this poor soul,
that on our stage we struggle to control.

                                      -- by Pete Voelz       5/10