I Will Forever Be The Puppet.

Picture taken from Pixabay Free Pictures 2020.

I am merely playing my part.

Strings may be invisible.

You best believe I had to learn through being tart.

I was sassy

I was nasty.

It would be a lie to say it seemed the devil was the better fantasy.

He had no rules. He had no strings.

He promised me I could be my own puppet master of everything.

I played along waiting impatiently.

Guess what?

He had found somebody better than me.

I was in a rage.

Seeing red.

God came down and laid his hand upon my head.

He said, “Why are you so upset?”

I yelled back and said “I’m not crying and you don’t care. Who are you to fret?”

I will never forget what he said to me. “Your beauty and light shall give you a gift when you are ready.” “This gift will come with the enlightenment of a path and a golden key.”

So the tale goes on and I get older. I loved what God did for me, but why didn’t Lucifer care about me.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock stopped eerily.

I was spooked to say it sparingly.

Frozen in time.

Nothing was moving.

The beast approached me coiled.

My brand new pants were soiled.

Fork tongued monster who was smelly and slimy. Spoke in a voice that was very uncomfortable. It was as if he knew two languages which would make sense he was the trickster. All I wanted was God. I was so sorry for not just being happy.

Lucifer, stuck his hissing tongue out and said “Now are you happy? You have been waiting here for me to notice you and I have. I’m ever so certain you are the soul we must take. My girl I will give you anything you want, but know your soul shall be mine forever.”

He thought he was clever. I responded, “God I have made my choice in your psalms my soul you shall find. Amen.”

The devil called me all kinds of obscenities. As I dropped down and looked up at the sun so heavenly.

I will tell you what I learned that day. We are a part of a much bigger play. I like the way that God has shown me what matters. Gone though hell and back, but somehow my soul never shatters. It seems so many want to be the Master.

Except for the ones who know their worth and how much they already matter!

I love you Jesus!

Kira Dawn Copyright 2020. All Rights Reserved.

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