9. The Touch of the Master's Hand - NOTES (Music written by David Green; Lyrics written by Myra Brooks Welch - reprinted from Album of Verse) HEAR SAMPLE MP3 '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 a 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 understand 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 off 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 is wrought By the touch of the Master's hand |
10. Spiritual Athletes - NOTES (Words and music by David Green) HEAR SAMPLE MP3 On the highway of the Word, there's a quality Far removed from all doubt, fear, and the worry Instead of being held down by the snares of the past, While the world's moving slow, you're moving fast As lightning different from what the world is seeing Yet fully aware of whatever's happening Living to the fullest, Doing what's best Running the race, far ahead of the rest, Full of power, energized to the highest degree With people that are sharp, quick, and with agility Discerning the right, discerning the wrong As spiritual athletes, we remain strong We're able ministers of Christ Willing to move in this life Passionate and willing to serve God and His matchless Word Free to serve and free to love With all that God has given us We are strong, we are not weak Receiving the Word, we are the meek Humble to serve, unselfish and mild, obedient To the Word, the One true God, we are His servants As spiritual athletes CHORUS: We endure and win in this race because we're Spiritual athletes Get up and get ready to compete so Girt your loins and feet In all things, be strong, because He told us that We''re more than conquerors And know that this is our victory hour 'cause We have the power We stay on top of our own lives For a goal that we do strive Living our lives to the full Defeating the devil in all The devil has no power To make us numb and travail We're strong to live, we're strong to love We're strong enough to prevail Resist the wiles the devil throws, and he will flee His prison doesn't hold us, we are now free As athletes for God CHORUS Bold, bold enough to the Word Preaching about what we heard Keeping the Word in our minds Telling others what we find Set apart and taking the Prevailing Word to the world And we're sounding out with the Word of the Lord There's a person out there with bondage and strife It's your duty as an athlete to save his life As spiritual athletes CHORUS |
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