Thought for the Day 10/25/2024

 Friday Tale - 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 bidden, good folks?” He cried,
“who’ll start the bidding for me?
A dollar - one dollar - then two, only two -
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
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 loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings. 

                       The music ceased and the auctioneer,
                       With a voice that was quiet and low,
                       Said, “now what am I bid for the old violin?”
                       And he held it up with the bow;
                       “a thousand dollars - and who’ll make it two?
                       Two thousand and who’ll make it three?
                       Three thousand once - three thousand twice -
                       And going - and gone,” cried he.
                       The people cheered, BUT some of them cried,
                       “we do not quite understand;
                       What changed its worth?” Quick came the reply,
                       “the touch of the master’s hand.”
 

                                             And many a man with life out of tune,
                                             And battered and scarred with sin,
                                             Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,
                                             Much like the old violin,
                                             A mess of pottage - a glass of wine,
                                             A game - and he travels on;
                                             He’s 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 wro’t
                                               By the touch of the master’s hand.
~ Myra Welch

 

Jesus came to them and touched them and said,
"Get up and do not be afraid." ~ Matthew 17:7

Moved with compassion, Jesus reached out with His hand and touched him, and said to him, “I am willing; be cleansed.”
~ Mark 1:41

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