THE TOUCH OF THE MASTERS HAND
Well, it was battered and scarred. 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.
"It sure ain't much but it's all we got left
I guess we should sell it too,
now who'll start a bid on this old violin
just one more and we'll be through"
And then he cried "One, who'll give me a pound?
Who will make it two?
Only two pounds , who'll make three?
Three pounds twice - thats a good price
now who's got a bid for me.
Raise up your hand and don't wait any longer
The auction's about to end
Who's got four - just one pound more
To bid on this old violin"
Well the air was hot and people stood round
As the sun was sinking low.
From the back of the crowd a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow.
He wiped the dust from the old violin
and 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 aouctioneer,
with a voice that was quiet and low
He said " What am I bid for this old violin?"
Then he held it up with a bow.
Then he cried "One - Give me one thousand-
who will make it two.
Only two thousand who'll make it three?
Three thousand twice! now thats a good price
But who's got a bid for me
The people cried out "What made the change?
we don't understand"
Then the aouctioneer stopped and said with a smile
"It was the touch of the Masters Hand"
© Myra B. Welch