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👇DANIEL 1: REFUSING THE WORLD
(HOW TO STAND FOR GOD IN A CULTURE THAT WANTS TO REDEFINE YOU)👇👇

👑 Revelation 3:11 ~ Behold, I am coming quickly! Hold fast what you have, that no one may take your crown.

👑 2 Timothy 2:5 ~ And also if anyone competes in athletics, he is not crowned unless he competes according to the rules.

👑 2 Timothy 4:8 ~ Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing.

Art: J. Smith

“The face of the LORD is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of
them from the earth. The righteous cry, and the LORD heareth, and delivereth them
out of all their troubles. The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart;
and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.”
Psalms 34:16-18 KJV

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

‘Twas 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 folk?” he cried.
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar ... now 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 up the strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As sweet as an 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?”
As he held it up with the bow.

“A thousand dollars ... and who’ll make it two?
Two...two thousand, and who’ll make it three?
Three thousand once and three thousand twice ...
Three thousand and gone!” said he.

The people cheered, but some exclaimed
“We do not quite understand ...
What changed it’s worth?” and the answer came:
“Twas the touch of the master’s hand.”

And many a man with soul out of tune
And battered and scarred by sin
Is auctioned cheap by the thoughtless crowd
Just like the old violin.


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.

O Master! I am the tuneless one
Lay, lay Thy hand on me,
Transform me now, put a song in my heart
Of melody, Lord, to Thee!

—Myra Brooks Welch