The Puppet Show

Welcome to the puppet show
Who is performing…don’t you know?
Who’s the owner…doesn’t it show
Get ready for the opening... see the lights are low.

But who has the strings….I thought I told you though.
Why is it you know nothing of the puppet show?

Who plays the games, who makes the ties?
Who sets the stage, who sings the lies
Who performers tonight, who will perform tomorrow
Who forever plays out, their life story of sorrow?

But who has the strings….I thought I told you though.
Why is it you know nothing of the puppet show?

See on stage the puppets play
See on stage how they waste their life away
See how the strings are attached firmly to their back
See once a scene is passed, there’s no turning back

But who has the strings….I thought I told you though.
Why is it you know nothing of the puppet show?

The puppet show runs every single day.
The puppet master constantly puts them at play.
He never lets go, never puts them at rest
But when he is done with them, they go in his big burning chest

But who has the strings….I thought I told you though.
Why is it you know nothing of the puppet show?

These puppets they are bound, controlled for ever.
Can they be set free, the way they go…never
But there’s always that one Spectator ready to cut their strings
But they refuse to accept the offer that He brings.

But who has the strings….I thought I told you though.
Why is it you know nothing of this puppet show?

Poor puppets little do they know.
They are the star of this grand puppet show
They just don’t know…They don’t realize
That’s why the audience falls deaf to all their cries
They are blinded by the darkness in their eyes
They are bound by the strings of rebellion and lies

But who has the strings….I thought I told you though.
Why is it you know nothing of this puppet show?
Because you’re bound by strings, you’re life’s the show
The devil pulls the strings…..what didn’t you know?
As longs as those strings are there, he will never let go
Forever will you play a part… In his puppet show