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