Touch Of The Master's Hand

“Touch Of The Master's Hand”

Well it was battered and scared,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile,
"Well it sure ain't much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it too,
Oh, now who'll start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more and we'll be through."

And then he cried, "one give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two? Only two dollars, who'll make it three?"
"Three dollars twice now that's a good price,
But who's gonna bid for me?
Raise up your hand now don't wait any longer the auctions about to end,
Who's got four? Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?"

Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward and picked up the bow,
He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings,

Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing,
And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low, he said, "now what am I bid,
For this old violin?" and he held it up with a bow.

And then he cried out, "one give me one thousand,
Who'll make it two only two thousand who'll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that's a good price,
But who's gonna bid for me?"

And the people cried out, "What made the change? We don't understand!"
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
"It was the touch of the Master's hand."

You know there's many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered and scared with sin and he's auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,

Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that foolish crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.

And then he cried out, "One give me one thousand,
Who'll make it two? Only two thousand who'll make it three?
Three thousand twice you know that's a good price,
But who's gonna bid for me?"

And the people called out, "What made the change? We don't understand."
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
"It was the touch, it was the touch of the Master's hand,
It was the touch of the Master's hand; oh, it was the touch of the Master's hand!"

I am still trying to figure out who wrote this--it seems there are conflicting sources. It was introduced to me at the age of four or five from Wayne Watson's debut album "Working in The Final Hour",which he recorded 30 years back in 1980. Interestingly, it is a song I liked, but also never really understood as a child, but NOW, especially after the last four months, have come to love it--for its content and truth--and not just for the sake of the fact that I grew up hearing it!

One touch of THE MASTER'S Hand is all it takes---and a heart and life are changed forever---because of HIS great love, grace, and mercy!

And the change of that heart and life is amazing--EVERYTHING is made new! Words cannot describe the delight of it!