The Master's Hand
It was battered and scarred
and the auctioneer thought
it was scarcely
worth is while to waste
to 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...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 loosened
strings...
You know, He played a melody
pure and sweet
as the carillon angels sing.
Well, the music stopped,
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 for three!" said
he.
Well, the people stared...
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."
Many a man with his life
out of tune
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,
Its 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
can never quite understand
the worth of a soul
or the change that's wrought
By the Touch of the Master's
Hand.
Author Unknown
