Monday, May 26, 2008

In Tune with The Master

The piano once was beautiful. . . an instrument so Grand.
Its music stirred each listening hear, just as its master planned.
When skillful hands engaged the keys, sweet music swelled the air.
And others felt inspiration as a gift of God was shared.


The master craftsman too, was pleased with the instrument he'd made.
It was of great worth to him ...indeed a high price for it was paid.
The piano enriched so many lives.. .it had a legacy of worth...
It was to have a profound influence while here upon the earth.

As years passed by. the instrument fell into careless hands,
The once valuable source of music met with harsh demands.
Not realizing its worth and value, it was the brunt of much abuse.
For musical enjoyment and inspiration, the piano was no longer used.

Its appearance was once stunning with it's surface polished to a shine.
Now was warped, scratched and scarred from seeing harder times.
After years of abusive pleasure and not maintaining its upkeep,
It experienced inner corrosion, the damage was sad and deep.

The piano long sat dormant, and when played, was so off key.
With its strings now loose and rusted...what would be its destiny?
Its owner was now dissatisfied with the once priceless gift of beauty.
And disposing of this worthless facade was now his apparent duty.

As fate would surely have it, another saw its worth,
And realizing its true potential would give it a second birth.
Restoration would require hours of work, sacrifice and pain...
But with the help of others, its value could be regained.

The work would be most tedious, not accomplished on one's own.
A master with the knowledge and skill, for the damage would atone.
To be an instrument of value again and bring others joy and pleasure.
It was destined to be in tune again, regain its worth... an earthly treasure.

The Master from the beginning, knew each individual's worth
And planned a destiny of great importance, from long before our birth.
Each soul is of priceless value... each one a child of God.
Will we pass the tests of mortal life and hold to the iron rod?

When we meet with life's big challenges, will they leave us scars of sin?
Will repairs through sincere repentance help as we strive until the end?
Our Savior paid the price for sins and said "Come Follow Me".
He wants us to be of worth, to be with Him for eternity.

May we always live in tune with God and be instruments each day.
To touch the lives and hearts of men with what we do and say.
The greatest gift, when life is over and we leave to go back home
Is to see our Savior and have him say, "Come to me. Thou art my own."


Bonnie Lynn Sisco Olsen

3 comments:

Kent said...

I carry this poem with me in my pocket. I am not sure this is in the same format as it was when Bonnie wrote it. Perhaps she can look it over and let me know if it needs to be corrected.

Unknown said...

I love that poem too. I can mean so many things.

Larry said...

Bravo!