Dead but living,

Awake but sleeping,

Dark gives the zeal for vision,

Light outshine the eyes,

When the good is bad,

And bad is good,

Than who am i!!

To differentiate the two,

When all is by lord,

And he holds the chords.

I am dead but living,

Awake but sleeping.

Worlds is nothing but a bucket,

He is playing, we all are puppet.

8 thoughts on “Puppets

  1. We die to self when we serve God…3 years ago I was pretty much living for me most of the time, but once I gave my life to Jesus gradually the person I was began to die. I realize now that though I died I am truly living for the first time in my life. A life orchestrated by the great puppeteer! Great poem!

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