The Puppeteer's Creation

 

He runs around in the maze

Of his own accord he runs not

But he knows it as does the Puppeteer

The strings are pulled and yanked as necessary

A gentle hand prods it

And it moves at his request

Quickly and lightly it moves at his bidding

His creation obeys at the word

The word of the Master, The Puppeteer, The Heavenly Father

It jumps at his bidding

To do the works assigned

And to move with Him in mind

To do all works in His name

He shall work until he is called back into the Masters hand.