The Touch of The Master's Hand

At a young age I was given a poem which I have kept with me, I was not a Christian at the time, but it was one of those things that stuck with me as I went through life. In the dark times I would pull it out and read it and gain a type of hope that there was a God somewhere who had more for me than the mess I was in. I thought I might share it with you in hopes that it may touch you in the same way that it did me.

The Touch of The Master’s Hand
By Myra Brooks Welch

“T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile:
“What am I bidden, good folks,” 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?
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 the loose 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: “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! 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?” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of a master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin,
A “loaf of bread,” a glass of wine,
A game-and he travels on.
He is “going” once, and “going” twice,
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.

You are never to far gone, never to far from Him who loves you, never to lost to be saved. There are no lost causes, no throw away lives, no worthless souls. Life is cheap to the world, but every moment is precious to our Savior. He is the God of hope and he is so close that you only need to speak his name.

God bless, Brian Dodson