Thursday, August 25, 2011

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it was scarcely worth his while

To waste old violin, but held it up with a smile

Some people know me as a state officer, others know me as the kid who never applied himself much, some know me as the son of two wonderful parents, one of the many Norwoods, and some know me as a hell raising college student. But regardless of whom you know me as; the one that that holds true is that I have always known the way to make everything in my life fall back into place. From time to time we all get a little bogged down in life, and we all need a helping hand.

“What am I bidden, good folks?” he cried.

“Who’ll start the bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar, then, two? Two! Only two?

Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; going for three….”

There are so many things today that can get a person down. The economy sucks, unemployment is at one of the all time highs, and for many people there is always too much month at the end of the money. On top of all of those things crime is up 60% in most of America, and we are fighting wars in multiple countries. It makes a person wonder how much of a mess the human race can possibly turn this world into.

But no, from the back , a grey-haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,

And tightening the loose 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, and who’ll make it two?

Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?

Three thousand, once; three thousand twice;

And going and gone.” said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,

“We do not quite understand, what changed its worth?”

I believe that in life everyone has a rock to lean on. Some people have a spiritual rock, others have a person that they can always lean on. But when the going gets tough there is that one thing. Lately I have been feeling a little out of sorts. I am no longer the state officer, no longer a kid who doesn’t apply himself, at times wonder if I’m letting my parents down, and other times hope I’m not shaming the family name. I’ve been raising a little too much hell as a college student, and not keeping my life in order like I should be on a daily basis. I’m not saying that I am doing anything terrible by any means, but for a kid who has been told he is destined to make something of himself by everyone his entire life, well am I living up to those expectations? Most of the time; I can honestly say, no I’m not. I haven’t been applying myself as much as I could, when I’ve had chances to lead, I’ve followed. When I had a chance to stand up and be recognized I’ve crouched in the corner and hoped no one saw me. I’ve had the chance to dance to my own tune, but instead waited for the band to play something I was more comfortable with.

Swift came the reply;
“The touch of the MASTERS HAND!”

And many a man with life out of tune,

And battered and scarred with sin,

Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,

Much like the old violin.

A mess of potage, a glass of wine,

A game- and he travels on.

He is going once, going twice,

He’s 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’s wrought

By the Touch of the Master’s Hand.

I know where my rock lies, the parents who raised me, the family who accepts me, the friends who are behind me, and most importantly, the God who looks after me is my rock. I can raise a little hell, get out of line, worry too much, and cause some people to gray a little early, but at the end of the day I know that I am just like the old violin. I may be written off as some cheap piece of junk, but before the bidding stops the touch of the Master’s Hand will show my true worth. After the Touch of the Master’s hand, it’ll be easy to say, “So this is life?”

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