Pure gold, the strings that hold me together:
I lift.
I bend.
I move.
These motions are not my own.
My heart belongs to the one with empathetic eyes.
I reside in his crown.
He choreographs my voyage through this life.
He shines under my feet, never going dull.
His commands are my endeavors,
I long to be a reflection of His affections.
The enchantment of His mercies are what I yearn to know.
His devotion is what I want to know.
His relentless love is all I need to grow.
My puppet hands are forever bound to my King.
