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Be still my
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The Touch of the
Master's Hand
'Twas battered and
scarred,
and the auctioneer thought
it scarcely worth his while.
To auction off the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid for the old violin?
Who'll start the bidding for me?
One dollar. One. Who'll make it two?
Two dollars. Who'll make it three?"
.....going for three ...
But no, from a room
far back,
A gray-haired man came forward
and picked up the bow.
Wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up its strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.
The
auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"
As he held it up with the bow.
"One thousand, one, who'll make it two?
Two thousand, who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone," said he.
The
people cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We don't quite understand.
What changed its worth??....."
Quick came the reply,
"The touch of the Master's hand."
Many a
man, with life out of tune,
Battered and torn by sin,
Is auctioned off to a thoughtless crowd,
Much like that old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, a game,
and he travels on.
He's
going once, he's going twice,
He's going ... he's almost gone.
Then the Master comes,
And the thoughtless crowd
Can never quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the miracle
That's wrought by the touch
........of the Master's hand.
~Author Unknown~
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Truly, it is God and God alone, through the shed blood of Jesus Christ,
that gives value, meaning, purpose, and direction to our lives. The old
violin was nothing. It was dirty, old, valueless and useless until the
Master got ahold of it. Still, it did nothing of itself... except it
was totally yielded to the Master's touch. It didn't choose the tune to
be played. It didn't choose the key in which to play it. It didn't
choose the loudness or softness or tempo. And it didn't choose how long
the melody would be. All was yielded to the Master's touch.
But the melody the Master played was wondrous. Its beauty beyond
compare. The melody, the key, the phrasing, the tempo, the loudness,
the length were all perfect.... as all was yielded completely
...to the Master's touch.
When all that is around us begins to overwhelm us and cause us to begin
to doubt that God truly loves us, or is watching out for us, or that He
must be angry and so He's chastening us. Oh, may we remember the
wonderful words to this poem.... He's playing still His wondrous melody
of our lives... perhaps He's needing to dust us off, perhaps He's
re-tuning the strings, perhaps He's perfecting another glorious
phrase... but He never stops playing. He never stops touching our lives
and weaving the golden strands of His purpose into His heart's melody
for us. And the melody that is heard from each of our lives is unique
and lovely as we yield our lives.... to the touch of the
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All to Jesus I
surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.
All to Jesus I
surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow,
Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
Take me, Jesus, take me now.
All to Jesus I
surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy melody flow through me.**
I
surrender all,
I surrender all.
All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
I surrender all.
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~~ Words and music by
Judson W. Van DeVenter & Winfield S. Weed,
**Note: the original words are "Let Thy blessing fall on me."
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Father, I pray that as we
yield our lives to your touch, that you will increase our faith in order
that we won't get in your way, that we won't keep you from playing all
of the richness of your melody in our lives. You have told us that all
your thoughts toward us are for our good. But, Father, so many times it
feels like we are going in the wrong direction. Help us to yield
ourselves to your perfect will for us, whether it be on a mountain top
or through the darkest valley.... help us, Father, to just trust and
obey.... for truly, there just isn't any other way to be changed from
glory to glory into the image of Jesus, and to abide in Him. You are
the Heavenly Musician... and though we be weak and frail of heart and
spirit.... somehow you get the most wondrous melody out of the humblest
instruments... We praise you and love you and just thank you for your
Word whereby we believe and know that you are a rewarder of those that
diligently seek You. Amen.
You are invited to return and visit my hiding place often as the
contents will be changed regularly. My vision for these pages is that
they will edify you, strengthen you, build you up, kick you in the seat,
cause you to love God and Jesus more and more, create a fresh hunger in
you for the things of God, and that you will leave this place prepared
to serve Him and to minister to a lost and dying world in His Name.
May God richly bless you as you seek His will for your life and seek to
have a closer walk with Him.
Love in Jesus,
Sylvia |
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God is able to do
exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think. Eph 3:20 |
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These pages were created and written by me. I hope they are a
blessing to you
and bring you comfort, peace, joy and renewal. |
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