A lovely poem truly worth the read!
TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
'Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer
thought it was scarcely worth his while
to waste time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile,
"What am I bid, good folk" he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar- a dollar-then two, only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Going for theree- but no.
From the room far back, a gray haired man
came forward and picked the bow.
Then, wiping the dust from the violin
and tightening the loosened strings, he played
a melody pure and sweet as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
with a voice that was quiet and low,
said,"Now what am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars and who'll make it two?
Two thousand dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
and going and gone," He cried.
The people cheered but some of them cried,
"We do not understand, What changed it's worth?"
Quick came the reply:
"The touch of the Master's hand".
And many a man with a life out of tune,
and battered and scarred with sin,
is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,
much like this old violin.