The Puppet Speaks

My heart is God's favorite toy

And I am his dear puppet

He wants to make me dance

At the invisible point of the thread

He bounces my heart

And often breaks it 

God is an innocent child

Keeps my heart cling to his chest

To join my broken heart

He, himself comes to heal me

After a lot of hesitation 

Then I start again dancing myself 

At his behest

My prayers for him

Is the voice of the toys 

Someone else's intrusion

Does not stand between us

After getting tired

To remain visible in his eyes

He places me on the top podium

My heart is God's favourite toy 

And I am his dear puppet!