Touch Of The Masters Hand

It was battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while
to waste his time on the old violin. Be he held it up with a smile..
"What am I bid good folks, one dollar, now two, and who will make three.
Three dollars once, three dollars twice."
From the room far back, came a gray haired man and picking up the old violin
and tightening up all it's strings played a melody so pure and sweet, sweet as the angels sing.

As the music ceased, the auctioneer with a voice that was soft and low, said
"What am I bid good folks, one thousand dollars, now two, and who will make three.
Three thousand dollars once, three thousand dollars twice, going, going, gone said he."
And the people cheered and some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand what changed it's worth."
It was the touch of the master's hand.

And many a man with life out of tune, battered and scarred with sin
is auctioned off to the foolish crowd much like the old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, a game and he travels on.
Going once, going twice, going and almost gone.
But the master comes and the foolish crowd can never quite understand
the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought by the "Touch of the masters hand."

Whenever your life is out of tune and no melody soothes your soul,
Look the the master whose gentle touch, will bless you and make you whole.

Like an old violin with so little worth, a life may be far less than grand,
But may be transformed in a moment you see,
By the touch of the Master's Hand.