I came across this poem in my devotions the other day and I was struck by the last two lines of the poem. Read on....
When my master holds
'Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine,
He will be glad that Stradivari lived,
Made violins, and made them of the best.
. . . For while God gives them skill
I give them instruments to play upon,
God choosing me to help Him,
. . . If my hand slacked
I should rob God--since He is fullest good--
. . . He could not make Antonio Stradivari's violins
Without Antonio.
By: George Eliot, Qtd in The Meaning of Prayer
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This is so inspiring! Thanks for reminding me that I have work that I can do for the Lord that he can't do without me. Such a cool thought!
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