Puppet on a String

Puppet on a String
Puppet on a String
A prayer to the Supersoul, Paramatma, Who's within every atom, guiding every living being on their way to wherever they want to go, and in charge of all the details of life that keep us alive, like digestion, metabolism, cognition, recognition, you name it.
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©1998 Ekendra dasa

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I’m just a puppet on a string
I can’t do anything
I can’t jump, fly, dot an “i”
talk about the weather
pick a peck of pickled peppers or sing
I can’t do anything
I’m only just a puppet on a string

You keep me hangin’ around
And if You ever let me down
I’d be one disowned pile of bone
Better just scatter my ashes
all over the ground
You lettin’ me down would be like a
ghost leavin’ a ghost town

And if You left me all alone,
I’d lie around and moan
Without You liftin’ my lids
and doin’ what You did
I’d be livin in a dead zone
There’d be nobody home,
all of my keepin’ on
would be dead and gone

I’m just a puppet on a string
I can’t do anything
But give me a reason to walk and I’m walkin’
jump, and I’m jumpin’
talk and I’m talkin’
You’re the puppet king
and I’m only just a
puppet on Your string