Are you a good judge of worth?
I found this on another site a while back and had saved it to blog about and forgot from which website I stole it. Maybe the internet cops won't arrest me. No particular reason for posting this today...don't want any of the two regulars here to think its aimed at them or anything. Just an overall good story.
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The Touch
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin. But he held it up with a smile:
"What am I biddin' good folks," He cried. "Who'll start the biddin' for me ? A dollar;" then, "two ! Only two ? Two dollars, and who'll make it three ? Three dollars once, three dollars twice; going for three --- " But no.
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow. Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as a carolling angel's wings.
There's many a man with life out of tune, who's battered and scarred, and is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin. A mess of potage, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on. He is going once, and going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's Hand.
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin. But he held it up with a smile:
"What am I biddin' good folks," He cried. "Who'll start the biddin' for me ? A dollar;" then, "two ! Only two ? Two dollars, and who'll make it three ? Three dollars once, three dollars twice; going for three --- " But no.
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow. Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as a carolling angel's wings.
There's many a man with life out of tune, who's battered and scarred, and is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin. A mess of potage, a glass of wine, a game, and he travels on. He is going once, and going twice, he's going and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's Hand.
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How many times have each of us viewed an object and actually wonder about why someone kept it around? Funny how a dusty old violin so many thought was worthless seemed indeed priceless after the master laid his hands upon it. So many times in life The Master will lay his hands upon one of us and make us shine like the violin did that day on the auction stand. No matter how bad we appear to some people all we have to do is let The Master take over our lives and we will indeed shine as he meant for us to. Let The Master wipe your dust away, tighten your strings and allow Him to play a tune through your life that will bring a tear of joy to people around you. He is The true Master who is able to make our old violins truly play a melodius tune.....now continue your bidding....
BKS
posted by BKS at
3:52 PM
3 Comments:
Hey! I just wanted to say thank you so much for the poem. It was really special and it made me teary eyed.
That was one of the nicest things anyone has done.
~xo
So very true... There's a story behind every object or belonging, lovely to be able to hear them now and then. :)
Aww, I luv these types of stories, helps to put everything back into perspective. =)
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