The LORD took me this morning to a poem entitled, “The Touch of the Master’s Hand.”
The portrait of this hangs in the dining room of my parents home even today. It was one of my precious Dad’s favorites!
For you see, there was a violin so battered and scarred. It was ready to be auctioned off. To the natural eyes, it did not appear to be much worth.
The auctioneer began to seek bids for the tattered old violin. Suddenly from the far back of the room, a gray bearded man came forward and picked up the instrument.
He wiped away the dust and tightened the strings. He then began to play a melody as sweet as the angels would sing. When all was done, some cheered and some cried for at that moment the worth of the violin changed.
The potter plans a thing of beauty; yet, sometimes it gets marred, messed up. But thanks be to God, we are still in the Master’s hands.
Haters and agitators may see no worth, but God sees a gem.
Just like one of my most favorite quotes, “I may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but that is okay!” What we might consider worthless, ugly, useless, unwanted, The Master finds of worth.
You may be misunderstood, marred by circumstances, messed up, but you are in the Master’s Hand. Your life sometimes may seem out of tune, battered and bruised with the storms.
It may seem much like that old violin auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd. But then the Master comes, takes you up in his hands and with your life produces a sweet melody.
They may say “We just don’t understand.” “What changed its’ worth?”
Swift comes the reply.
“The Touch of the Masters Hand.“
‘Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly 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 tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “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 makes 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 Masters Hand.”
“And many a man with life out of tune
All battered and bruised with hardship
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is 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 is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters’ Hand.
– Myra Brooks Welch
~ Dana Jarvis
Dana Jarvis has a calling upon her life and Hezekiah’s Wall Ministry came from a Word the LORD spoke to her. His words resonated in her Spirit and is what Hezekiah’s Wall Ministry is all about ~ to Equip, Empower, Encourage, and Raise Up his Sons and Daughters for such a time as this!
A Prophetic Seer/ Intercessor, Minister, Author & Christian Coach/ Prophetic Mentor, Dana is blessed by Abba to be one of His Leading Ladies for such a time as this. Feel free to contact Dana as she would love to hear from you!