“The Touch of the  Master’s Hand”

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin, but he 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, now 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 grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;

Then wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening up all 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 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?”  And 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 wine, a game and he travels on.
He’s 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.”

How in the world will the world ever know the love of God if they do not see it and feel it expressed to them though those of us who claim God’s love?
How in the world will the world ever know the forgiveness of God it they do not see it and feel it expressed to them through those of us who claim God’s forgiveness?
How will the world ever know what Life is all about if they do not see it and feel it as they see us live that Christ-like life?
The answer is scattering, the world can’t  know God and see Jesus unless they do through us.  What a responsibility is ours to show Christ. But what a privilege to live Christ’s kind of life, that is to be working at it.

None of us can do this unless Christ has touched our lives.  Touch people with concern, care, respect, acceptance, forgiveness, love – all in the name of Jesus.



  1. I like this poem. I heard it many times in the years. I believe I will share this with others whom I know does not get your email. Thank you for sharing this again.

  2. Max, one of my favorites. Thanks for the privilege of reading it once again.

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