//“Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin…”
So begins the beloved poem written by Myra Brooks Welch in 1921. It is, “The Touch of the Master’s Hand.” It tells the parable of an old violin that was devalued because of its condition. It was going to be sold for a measly amount of $3.00, until a master violinist picked it up, wiped away the dust, tightened its strings, and played, “a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings.” With his touch, he changed the worth of the old violin. Its final selling price? $3,000.
The poem demonstrates that the violin is a metaphor for the life of a human being who is “battered and scarred with sin,” his or her life out of tune, and sold for little or nothing. That is, until touched by the Master. Touched by the Potter who turns marred clay into vessels of worth. Turns shacks into temples that He puts His seal on. That He appropriates and certifies as His. //
Gives us His Holy Spirit in our hearts as a pledge. Like a security deposit to guarantee the fulfillment of His promise of eternal life. May we never again insult Him by allowing flesh and blood to define our worth.
I am joining Kate Motaung and other members of the Five Minute Friday community, for our weekly writing adventure. To learn more about the Five Minute Friday community, click here. This week’s writing prompt is, “Worth.”
(The content between //the double slashes //, was written within the allotted 5 minute time frame. The complete poem, “The Touch of the Master’s Hand,” can be read here.
I also wanted to share a beautiful song, “Worth,” by Anthony Brown & Group Therapy.)