It's strange to think of the powerful Jedi master, Yoda, as a lump of foam and latex, but without the arm, hand, voice, and talent of Frank Oz, he's just a puppet...a thing...an inanimate object, incapable of anything except decay.
This is the imagery Randy Stonehill elicits in the final song on the first side of Welcome to Paradise, "Puppet Strings".
I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-turvy world
With all its strife and pain
Mourning for the lost and the desperate children
Who can't remember their names
And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the devil laughing
And it's ringing in my ears
Long ago He chose us to inherit all His kingdom
And we were blessed with light
But wandering away we disobeyed Him in the garden
And stumbled into night
And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the angels weeping
And it's ringing in my ears
We are all like foolish puppets
Who desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled
After cutting our own strings
But God said I'll forgive you
I will face you man to man
And win your love again
Oh how could there be possibly a greater gift of love
Than dying for a friend
And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the devil laughing
And it's ringing in my ears
We are all like foolish puppets
Who desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled
After cutting our own strings
Cutting our own strings
Cutting our own strings
Cutting our own strings
©1976 King of Hearts Publishing
Truth is...It's not a perfect simile, and we shouldn't slip into thinking that the life God offers us is one where we mindlessly do what the great puppet master in the sky commands. But it certainly is true that when we want to be the ruling royalty of our own lives, it ends up as a horrible mess. For evidence of this, just check out the headlines every day.
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