The Touch of the Master’s Hand

It was battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought

It scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

But held it up with a smile.

“What am I bid, good folks?” he cried

“Who’ll start the bidding for me?”

“A pound, a pound”, then “Two!” “Only two?”

-“Two pounds, and who’ll make it three?”

“Three pounds once; three pounds 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 off the old violin

And tightening the loose strings,

He played a melody pure and sweet

As a carolling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer

With 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 pounds and who’ll make it two?

Two thousand and who’ll make it three?

Three thousand once; three thousand twice,

And going and gone,” said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried

“We do not understand

What changed its worth?” Swift came the reply,

“The touch of a master’s hand!”

And many a man with life out of tune,

And battered and scarred by 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, and “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.

Poem written by Myra Brooks Welch – whose own story is inspirational too!

See it on http://www.aboutonehandtyping.com/storiesfolder/master.html

Myra written by Myra Brooks Welch

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2 thoughts on “The Touch of the Master’s Hand

    • phyllissloan says:

      Thanks Marianne,
      It always brings tears to my eyes too! I bought a framed copy of it for daddy (Granda Jim to you…just to clarify for others reading this!) a few years before he died because of how it spoke into his journey to faith. It is a lovely poem speaking of the wonderful transformation God brings to our lives when we give them over to Him.
      As tomorrow is Father’s Day, I decided to post it in memory of a wonderful father and grandfather.

      So glad you liked it 🙂

      Mum

      Like

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