This poem, this story, this image brings me to reflect on the Grace I've been shown. The difference between the value I had before Grace and the one after Grace is more than striking.
From worthless to worthwhile, from undervalued to overvalued, from nothing to everything.
I am this down-trodden violin. And I understood the ultimate power of the touch of the Master's hand: it's Grace.
From worthless to worthwhile, from undervalued to overvalued, from nothing to everything.
I am this down-trodden violin. And I understood the ultimate power of the touch of the Master's hand: it's Grace.
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