~This page is in honor of my Grandfather who played the Violin~

~The Master's Touch~

It was battered and scarred
and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while
to waste 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 'n 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,
It's 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.

By Myra Ross Welch (1926)

THE OLD VIOLIN

Whenever your life is out of tune and nothing soothes your soul.  Look to the Master whose gentle touch will bless and make you whole. 

Like the old violin with so little worth, A life may be far less than grand. 

But maybe transformed in a moment you see, 

By the touch of the master's hand.

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~This page is in honor of my Grandfather who played the Violin~

~The Master's Touch~

It was battered and scarred
and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while
to waste 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 'n 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,
It's 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.

By Myra Ross Welch (1926)

THE OLD VIOLIN

Whenever your life is out of tune and nothing soothes your soul.  Look to the Master whose gentle touch will bless and make you whole. 

Like the old violin with so little worth, A life may be far less than grand. 

But maybe transformed in a moment you see, 

By the touch of the master's hand.