The old violin

I just felt led to share this again. I pray it is a blessing.

The Old Violin

Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his wile

to auction off the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.

What is my bidding for the old violin? Who'll start the bidding for me?

One dollar two or three?

But no from the room far back a grey haired man came forward and he picked it up with the bow

and dusting off the old violin and tightening the strings he played a melody as smooth and sweet

as an angel would sing.

The music ceased and the auctioneer said with a voice that was quiet and low

what is my bidding for the old violin as he held it up with the bow

1000, 2000, 3000 going and gone cried he!!

The crowd cheered, but some of them cried

We don't quite understand what changed it's worth?

Quick came the reply the touch of the Master's hand!

And many a man with life out of tune and torn and battered by sin

is auctioned off to that thoughtless crowd much like that old violin.

A mess of porridge, a glass of wine, a game and he travels on

he is going once he is going twice he is going and he is almost gone.

But then the Master comes, then the Master comes then

Jesus arrives on the scene.

And the thoughtless crowd never can quite understand

the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought

by the touch of the Master's hand!!!