Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
'What am I bidden,
'Who'll start the bidding for me?'
'A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?'
'Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three…'
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: 'What am I bid for the old violin?'
And he held it up with the bow.
'A thousand dollars,
Three thousand, once;
And going and gone,' said he.
'We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?'
'The touch of the Master's hand.'
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap
Much like the old violin.
A 'mess of pottage,' a glass of wine,
A game — and he travels on.
He is 'going' once, and 'going' twice,
He's 'going' and almost 'gone.'
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul
By the touch of the Master's hand.
As I held her, I simply said: "Please know how much Jesus loves you."
PS: Please know you are a magnificent human being made in the image of GOD and you are Worthy of the Highest Dignity, Honor, Respect and Love.