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  • The Touch of the Master's Hand

    3 posts, 3 voices, 647 views, started Dec 7, 2009

    Posted on Monday, December 7, 2009

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      It was 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 grey haired 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 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 Master’s 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 gong 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 Master’s Hand
      -Myra Brooks Welch  

      “I will praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well” (Psalm 139:13, 14

      Are you ready for the Touch of the Master’s Hands?



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