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As I look forward to a conference we will be attending this weekend, I remember back to two years ago when we went to a conference put on by the same director. At this conference a dear family, with whom we have an ongoing friendship, was asked to sing. The song they chose went well with the theme of the conference and I liked it so much that I memorized it. I couldn't find a soundtrack of the tune any where, which is really too bad because it is a lovely tune but the lyrics are beautiful as well.

I love the church, the flock bought with Christ’s blood—
Sheep gone astray He found and brought to God.
Guarded and fed by shepherds He provides,
We follow Christ, secure and satisfied.

Refrain:
May Christ be praised: “Preeminent! Adored!”
I love the church because I love her Lord!

I love the church, the bride whom Christ pursued—
Poor and unchaste, yet chosen, loved, and wooed.
Our Groom and Head in love laid down His life
To sanctify the church, His cherished wife.

I love the church, my fam’ly o’er the earth—
Sinners estranged, made one through second birth.
In selfless love Christ claimed us as His own,
And that same love from each to each is shown.

I love the church, one body Spirit-led—
Each part distinct, yet one through Christ our Head.
Each member serves, and thus our body grows,
Strengthened by gifts the Spirit wise bestows.

I love the church, the temple God indwells.
Built by our Lord, we triumph over hell.
Founded on Truth, Apostles’ doctrine sure,
We build on Christ, our Cornerstone secure.

I love the church, the pillar of God’s Word.
We will exalt the Truth till all have heard!
We will oppose the lies of erring men
That God in grace may turn them from their sin!

However, if you really want to listen to it, here is a link to the page its on just scroll down till you find A post titled,"The Kendall Family Sings" there are a couple other songs on the sound track posted. The song I am speaking about is at the end, but the others are beautiful as well.

http://www.ncfic.org/weblogmodule/view_month/month/1291161600/src/@random493e73d2154bd/
The picture you see there is of the four children, later on the whole family sang together.

'Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded 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 the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin.

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

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 Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch

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