07-07-2009, 07:57 AM
Join Date: Dec 2005
'Twas 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 it's worth." Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master's hand."
And many a man with a life out of tune
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin
A "mess of pottage," 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 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
(The Touch of the Master's Hand - Myra Brooks Welch from Best Loved Poems of the American People)
Jimmy Dean sings a version of this too.
Last edited by frosted_gorilla; 07-07-2009 at 08:01 AM..