God’s Puppet

A tale of a marionette’s surprise.

Pristine and polished on a shelf she waited.

For small tugs on her hands or feet…she waited.

To be tilted how she should love…she waited.

To be pulled to whom she should serve…she waited.

To be led by the cross with strings…she waited.

Until…

She looked up and saw—

No strings!

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Writing through faith and doubt.

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