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Tale of An Old Violin Ii

There she stood an old violin
She had no string and no bow
Who would want such an old violin
Is what everyone wanted to know
She stood alone and forgotten
An instrument no one wanted to play
Until the Master Musician walked in
And carried her away
With lots of love and care He sat
And glued her pieces together
A coat of vanish, new pegs and strings
And she was ready for someone to play her
And when upon these new strings
The Master placed His bow
Such sweet music filled the air
That the angels’ tears began to flow
He played on her a sweet melody
A song from heaven above
That told all about the Master
His mercy, care, and love
No one could believe their eyes
When they saw what the Master had done
The old violin was once new again
And shining like the sun
Sure there were still some little cracks
A testimony of what she’d been through
But the Master had made her whole again
And she looked almost brand new.
The Master placed her in a new case and said
“I have a musician just for you”
And though He’s given her to no one yet
The Master’s words are always true
When people see her, they stop and stare
They can’t believe the transformation
“ This brand new violin” they say
“Looks nothing like the old one”
“She can’t be fixed” was what the said
About the old violin
But miracles do happen
When the Master Musician walks in
And when He plays a tune on her
The whole world strands in awe
Fixed by the hands of the Master
Her music is sweeter than ever
So there she stands, once an old violin
Shining with the glory of the Master
No instrument is too broken
To be fixed and played 
By the Master Musician

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