
The world is sorely troubled with strife on every side,
awakening in the morning, it’s right there by your side.
Although you may not know it, there’s a battle raging strong,
a silent struggle for your soul, to whom do you belong?
It’s very much like the old violin, not a bid was heard in the place,
until the master lovingly placed it against his face.
With heavenly strains he drew the bow across the strings so thin,
faces turned toward him in awe, each soul was touched within.
Should it really matter, when the one you love so dear,
not feeling up to par, sounds a bit harsh to your ear?
We could be offended or breath a little prayer,
thanking God when we need Him, He is always there!
Is it worth the struggle, striving all alone,
when Christ has won the battle, all our sins to atone?
Why don’t we help each other, instead of placing blame.
Christ gave his all, why do we put such love to shame?
Knowing we mean that much to Him, why is it so hard to perceive,
the height and length and depth of love He wants us to receive?
If only we knew our value, the potential that lies within,
it’s just like the touch of the Master’s hand upon the old violin.