There’s an old poem some may know that was rewritten (by Wayne Watson) into a song. You may have heard of it…
“Well it was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while, to waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile.
‘Well, it sure ain’t much but it’s all we got left. I guess we ought to sell it to. Oh now who’ll start the bid on this old violin just one more and we’ll be through.’
Then he cried ‘One! Give me one dollar! Who make it two? Only two dollars, who’ll make it three? Three dollars twice now that’s a good price, come one who’s gonna bid for me? Raise up your hand now, don’t wait any longer the auctions about to end. Who’s got four? Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin.’
Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low. From the back of the crowd a gray haired man came forward and picked up the bow. He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings. And then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the angels sing.
Then the music stopped and the auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low, he said ‘Now what am I bid for this old violin?’ then he held it up with the bow.
And then he cried ‘One, give me one thousand! Who’ll make it two? Only two thousand? Who’ll make it three? Three thousand twice now that’s a good price! Come on who’s gonna bid for me?’ And the people cried out ‘what made the change? We don’t understand.” And the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile, ‘It was the touch of the master’s hand.’
You know, there’s many a man with his life out of tune, battered and scarred with sin. And he’s auctioned cheap to a thankless world much like that old violin. Oh but then the Master comes and that old foolish crowd, they never understand, the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought just by one touch of the Master’s Hand.”
Believer, as each day goes by may you begin to realize the truth that you have been touched by the Master’s Hand therefore, this world can never begin to comprehend your worth bc it cannot begin to understand the majesty of your God. He is the Lord, He is the King.