The Touch of the Master’s Hand

Written by Julie

On March 28, 2020

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on an old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start biddin’ for me?
A dollar, a dollar–now who’ll make it two–
Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

“Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three”… but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: “What am I bidden for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow;
“A thousand dollars–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 quite understand–
What changed its worth?” The man replied:
“The touch of the master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and torn with sin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.

A “mess of pottage,” a glass of drink,
A game and he travels on,
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.

–Myra Brooke Welch

		
Julie

Julie

Hi, I'm Julie, a 16-year-old lover of books, music, and Jesus. I'm a junior in high school (Abeka Academy) and have been blogging for two years. I also co-publish a digital magazine called Priceless geared toward teen girls. My desire is to use my words to glorify my Saviour and to encourage you in your walk with God. I'd love to hear from you!

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1 year ago

I’m sure you are aware that Wayne Watson sang a song based on that poem. A good reminder of what brings worth to a life – the Master.