"The Violin and the Auctioneer"
It was battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his
while to waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people," he cried, "who starts the bidding for me? One
dollar? One dollar. Do I hear two? Two dollars, who makes it three? Three
dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three..."
From the room, far back, a gray-bearded man came forward and picked up the bow.
Then wiping the dust from the old violin and after tuning up the strings, he
played a melody, pure and sweet, as sweet as the angel's sing.
The music ceased and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said,
"Now, what now am I bid for this old violin?," as he held it aloft with its bow.
"One thousand? One thousand, do I hear two? Two thousand. Who'll make it
three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice, going and gone!"
said he.
The audience cheered, but some of them cried, "we just don't understand, what
changed its worth?"
Swift came the reply, "The touch of the master's hand. And many a man with his
life out of tune, much like that old violin, is auctioned off cheap."
But if the Master tunes up a man's soul, the value is more than anyone can name.
Some can never understand the worth of a soul, or the change that is wrought by
the touch of the Master's hand.
~ Author Unknown ~
"To say I am made in the image of God
is to say that love is the reason for 'my'
existence, for God IS love."
Thomas `a Kempis
Jesus
Paid it All
I hear the Savior say,
Your strength indeed is small
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in me, your all in all
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow
Lord, now indeed I find,
Your power, and yours alone
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow
For nothing good have I,
Whereby your grace to claim
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb
And when before the throne,
I stand in Him complete
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow
Lyrics
By Elvina M. Hall
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