Without the maestro the violin sits silent in a corner alone
the strings broke the wood slightly distressed
Dust and cobwebs covering its ornate beauty
to the eye it is lonely and oppressed
The maestro carefully repairs and polishes it
then with his bow he rubs on its string
A new sound comes from this old violin
And what a beautiful song it can sing!
That same instrument not played by the maestro
can bring forth unbelievable discord!
If not played with his love and discipline
harmony and beauty will never be the reward!
You see man is much like the old violin
as our strings are played everyday
We must practice love and discipline
Only Gods word can show us the way!
Because God is our maestro in life
as each broken string he seeks to repair
each time your life falls slightly off key
I promise the maestro will be there!
With a gentle hand he will repair you too
bringing forth great beauty and harmony
then he will play you with all his love
Oh what a beautiful song that will be!
ECC 2:24
A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find
satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God,
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