Sunday, January 11, 2009

will she still be part of the crowd?

Touch Of The Masters Hand

Well it was battered and scared,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile,
Well it sure aint much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to,
Oh, now wholl start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more and well be through.

And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Wholl make it two only two dollars wholl make it three,
Three dollars twice now thats a good price,
Now whos gonna bid for me?
Raise up your hand now dont wait any longer the auctions about to end,
Whos got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?

Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward and picked up the bow,
He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings,
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing, 
And then the music stopped and the auctioneer, 
With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid,
For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.

And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Wholl make it two only two thousand wholl make it three,
Three thousand twice you know thats a good price,
Common whos gonna to bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we dont understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Masters hand.

You know threes many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered and scared with sin and hes auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,
Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that old foolish crowd they never understand,


i am the violin, the master is God, the auctioneer is someone special. sadly the crowd that doesnt understand is my mum. hard to say in many words, but the poem above pretty much sums it. i do wonder many many things, but most of all i wonder, if some parents would actually start listening to all that their kids say, or will they always listen to parts of it and just assume the rest of the situation the way that they want to envision it? then they'll just proceed with the judgement n the sentence, and leave it to that. if only the world was perfect, we wouldnt be reading this at all....

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

snow fight

well i know its been ages since i've kept this blog active, but thats no matter... its just that life's been through some major changes for me and i'm trying me best to cope, n i guess i just need an outlet again... i cant be bugging melanie everytime i need to clear this head of mine, so bloggy, i'm back again... for how long i dunno, but we shall see as time goes....

today has been actually the best day since the new year has started... it suffices enough to say that 2008 had an extremely bumpy end, and 2009 began quite mundanely... n today, i actually laughed like i hadn't laughed in a long while... it was just a simple snow fight, but practically everyone let go n played in the snow... no one had planned on playing wit snow, but when we went for our sports class today, our trainer said our assignment was to build a snowman n den we could leave... so he made all of us go out wit d shovel n some brooms to make d snowman... n when u've got a few(many) crazy people who've lived their whole lives just dreaming of snow, our little kid side came free n  soon almost everyone was just throwing snow at one another... it didnt matter if it was ur close fren or someone u barely spoke to in class... we were just having fun, we even ambushed our trainer wit snow.... but since he's a cool dude, his response was to take d shovel n shower us wit snow.... 

the point i guess i'm just trying to make is dat it was wonderful to let loose for a while, even if it was just for half an hour, all that mattered in that short period of time was having fun.... but it also made me more melanchonic later as i was desperately wishing i could have shared that moment with someone who is real special to me..... but life is what it is, and i cant do that... all that i can do is get through each day relying on God to take me through it.... and maybe, just maybe; time will actually heal these wounds...