The Touch of the Masters Hand

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
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, 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? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-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 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 understnad what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch
of a master's 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 pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. "He is
going" once, and "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.

Myra 'Brooks' Welch

Michael Buble

"Home"

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm, oh

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Empty Womb

I had a certain picture
Of how my life would be.
But I forgot to ask my Lord
What He had planned for me.

Just one life to fill my womb,
All my dreams leaned toward.
But idle waiting no one serves,
And least of all, the Lord.

How precious still the things I have
I'd somehow lost sight of,
God did whisper to my heart,
"Hold dear those things I love."

My heart did break to let it go,
This certain path I'd planned.
But in its place, He gave me life
New purpose from His hand.

When it seems that hope is lost,
The Quiet too much to bear,
He comes to me and comforts me
And says, "Child, I'm still here."

He wipes the flood of tears away,
Brings newness to my soul.
Then takes away the shame I feel
And somehow makes me whole.

Never have I walked so close
That I could call Him "Friend."
He drew me nigh, right to His heart
And let me glimpse within.

I thank the Lord for emptiness
Where life still does not grow
For oft' His richest blessing,
On the surface, does not show.

He may return what I've let go,
Or just want me to see:
"You may not have just what you want,
But always, you'll have Me."

Title: Rebirth

Deep down my soul wants to cry
As satan whispers in my ears “you want to die”
Yahweh keep me in your view
Don’t allow satan to destroy everything pure and true

I hear a voice, Yahweh is it you
Are you calling, calling me towards your grace
May I rest in your secret place
Will you allow your glory to shine upon my face

Don’t keep silent, help me please
Father allow your mercy to flow within me
I’m tired and have fallen to my knees
Please stretch out your arm to help me up
I’m like a babe weaned from its mother’s breast to drink from a ‘sippy’ cup

Wait! What is this I feel
Yahweh’s comfort, ohhh my wounds have been healed
New report in; that feeling in my soul of wanting to cry
And satan on my back wishing I would die
Just to let you know my struggles are gone
Because satan has been destroyed and Yahweh still sits on his thrown



These words were inspired by the Almighty Yahweh!

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Riyyah

That was a beautiful poem Riyyah, very moving.
Its awesome to see more fellow believers out there with this wonderful talent of poetry.


World we live in


I sit and watch as cars go by.
As the city lights slowly turn on.
I watch as clouds darken the moon.
Making the world seem what it truly is.

I look at people as they pass on by.
I can't help but think.
"What is the purpose?"
To these fragile, meaningless lives.

We are born.
We live.
We give life and then die.
What more to life then this?

We think.
We eat.
We drink and be merry.
Is this not the essence of life?

What more beyond that yellow brick road?
What life would we have led?
What is really behind that second door?
The path we did not choose.

We work.
We build.
We are taught then teach.
To whom do we do all this?

Is there any light at the end of the tunnel?
Or is there only darkness in this world of despair?
Do we ever find the end of the rainbow?
Or do we leave that pot of gold to the imagination?

We lie.
We cheat.
We steal and we kill.
Where is the punishment for all our crimes?
Why is it always the good die young?

Can't someone help me this night?
To leave behind the bleakness in this world.
To throw out all this fear.
That we all seem to cling to.

As the city lights go out tonight.
I lay in bed and hear a soft whisper.
"Be quiet, be still.
My loving child.
Forget not why you are here.
Tonight you will sleep without fear.
For I will always be by your side."

Hello to everybody

What a wonderful place where we can share what is deep within our hearts - Our love for our saviour Yahushua. I heave read just about each and every entry here.
I would like to share with you my very first poem I wrote about Him. It was in 2003.
It was a dark time in my life, but He did the miracle and changed it around.

the silence of the Light

In the silence I return to You
I found you
in the midst of my confusion
in the silence I feared most
I found my greatest
my truest love

The love I have always searched for
longed for
The love
I am willing to give everything for

We have walked the long road
My road to freedom
Without me knowing
You were there
You have always been there

No matter how far
and wide I stepped
The road to freedom
always lead back to You

You found me in darkness
time and time again
You showed me the light
at first a gentle candle flicker
in a dark tunnel
The Light became brighter and brighter

The Light touched me
Drew me closer

It became my companion,
my trust, my love
The Light has touched
my deepest part
The Light has now consumed me

And I now know the Light
it became my life

And now
I am a light
A light of Jesus
in a dark world.

Love to all
Maria