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Inspirational Poetry ~ Collection One


1 . . . The Master's Touch

2 . . . A Chosen Vessel

3 . . . Where Have I Failed Thee, Lord

4 . . . God Can And He Does

5 . . . Let Go And Let God

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~ The Master's Touch ~

It was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

But he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good folks?" he cried,

"Who'll start the bidding for me?

A dollar ... a dollar ... then two, only two ...

"Two dollars, and who'll make it three?

Going for three" - but no -

From the room far back, a gray-haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow,

Then, wiping the dirt from the old violin,

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, "Now 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," cried he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,

"We do not understand ...

What changed it's worthy?" - Quick came the reply,

"It was the Touch of the Master's Hand."

And many a man with his life out of tune,

All battered and scarred with sin,

Is auctioned cheap, to a thoughtless crowd,

Much like the old violin.

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand

The worth of a man, and the change that's wrought

By the Touch of the Master's Hand.

- Author Unknown -


~ A Chosen Vessel ~

The Master was searching for a vessel to use.

On the shelf there were many,

Which one would He choose?

"Take me, cried the gold one I'm shiny and bright,

I'm of great value and I do things just right.

My beauty and luster will outshine the rest

And for Someone like You, Master,

Gold would be the very best!"

The Master passed on by without a word at all.

He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall.

"I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine

And I'll be at Your table whenever You dine.

My lines are so graceful, my carvings so fine,

And my silver will always compliment You."

Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass.

It was wide mouthed and shallow,

And polished like glass.

"Here! here!, cried the vessel, I know I will do

Place me on Your table for all men to see."

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,

Polished and carved, it solidly stood.

"You may use me, dear Master," the wooden bowl said.

"But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!"

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,

Empty and broken it helplessly lay.

No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,

To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,

I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.

I need not the vessel with pride of itself,

Nor one who is narrow to sit on a shelf,

Nor one who is big mouthed, shallow, and loud,

Nor one who thinks he can do all things just right;

But this plain earthly vessel which I can fill

With My power and might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay,

Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.

He spoke to it kindly, "There's work you must do,

Just pour out to others, as I pour into you."

- Author Unknown -


~ Where Have I Failed Thee, Lord? ~

She was lonely, and I gave her no friendship;

She was sad, and I gave her no cheer;

She was despairing, and I gave her no hope.

Yet I say, "Where have I failed Thee, Lord?"

Her child was sick, but I polished silver;

Her husband was fired, but I showed her my new suit;

Her friend let her down, but I went shopping.

Yet I say, "Where have I failed Thee, Lord?"

Her confidence was betrayed,

Then I told her the minister's faults;

Her faith was faltering,

Then I was critical of the church;

Her soul sought salvation,

Then I hurried off to my club.

Yet I say, "Where have I failed Thee, Lord?"

Wait! Did I hear Him say,

"You do not understand her needs."

Did I hear Him say, "You were too busy."

Did I hear Him say, "You are of little faith."

Or did He say, "Why do you call me, Lord?"

- Author Unknown -


~ God Can And He Does ~

When you feel unlovable, unworthy and unclean,

When you think that on one can heal you,

Remember Friend ...


When you think that you are unforgivable

For your guilt and shame

Remember Friend ...


When you think that all is hidden

And no one can see within

Remember Friend ...


And when you have reached the bottom

And you think that no one can hear

Remember my dear Friend ...


And when you think that no one can love

The real person deep inside of you

Remember my dear Friend ...


- Author Unknown -


~ Let Go and Let God ~

As children bring their broken toys

with tears for us to mend;

I brought my broken dreams to God,

because He is my Friend.

But then instead of leaving Him

in peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help

with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back again

and cried, "How can You be so slow?"

"My Child" He said, "What could I do,

you never did let go!"

- Author Unknown -


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