"Bidder"

My Daddy was a bidder,

In that old cattle sale,

And oh, the deals that he shipped home,

So many tales to tell.

He called ‘em money-makers,

I thought what does he see,

Just cause he got the thing bought cheap,

It made no sense to me.

But more times than I can tell you,

That’s just how things turned out,

He’d make the sick ones better,

They’d eat and gain no doubt.

Somehow he saw the value,

And then he’d get real bold,

Bid and keep on biddin’,

Till the auctioneer said sold.

And I find there a lesson,

‘Bout the Father’s love for me,

Going, going almost gone,

But my value He could see.

He paid the price required,

He did not slow the bid,

He kept on till He had me,

Yes, that’s just what He did.

Took me home to pasture,

Healed my every wound,

Led beside still water,

And said I have the room.

So learn from me my brother,

it’s not too late for you,

God is the Master Bidder,

And His Word is true.

Come to the place of safety,

And from that auction ring,

The pasture of God’s making,

Where Jesus is the King.

“He lets me rest in green meadows; He leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength…” (Ps. 23:2-3, NLT)

My Dad served in WW II with General Patton both in North Africa and Europe. I asked him if there was any particular scripture verse or passage that helped him while he was in the war. He said that his favorite was the twenty-third Psalm, and it was one he could recite by heart. It is perhaps one of the most famous and well-known passages in the Bible, and it speaks of a relationship with God that is at once intimate and powerful in its impact. Though the description draws a simple word-picture it is no less profound because of its simplicity. The essence of the Psalm is that God will care for us and we can count on it. When we know this with certainty, life changes for the better.

Lord, teach us to trust You, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Jack Sorenson, jacksorensonfineart.com. Used by permission. Thanks, Jack, and God bless you.