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The Touch of the Masters Hand
The Touch of the Masters Hand T'was battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the Old Violin but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid Good folks?" he cried. "Who'll start the bidding for me?" It was "a dollar," then "two!" "only two?" "Two dollars and who'll make it three?" "Three dollars once, Three dollars twice, And going for three" But No! From the room far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow. And wiping the dirt from that old violin, and tightening the loose strings, You know, He played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings. Well, the music ceased, and the auctioneer in a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bid for the Old Violin?" And He held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars! Who'll make it two? Two thousand! Who'll make it Three?" It was "three thousand, once, three thousand twice, and "Going going,gone!" said he. the people cheered, But some of them cried, "We do not quite understand!" "What changed it's worth?" Swift came the reply: "It was the Touch of the Master's Hand." Battered and scared with sin Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd much like the Old Violin. A mess of pottage, a glass of wine; A game and he travels on. He's going once, He's going twice, He's 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's wrought By the touch of the Master's Hand.  Read the story of the violin pictured on this page
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