The Touch of the Master's Hand

'Twas battered and scared and the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while
To waste much time on the ol' violin but he held it up with a smile
"What am I offered good folks?" he cried
"Who will start the bidding for me?
A dollar, one dollar, two, only two
Two dollars who will make it three
Three dollars once three dollars twice going for three
But, no from the back of the room a gray haired man came forward
And gently picked up the bow
And then wiping the dust from the ol' violin tuning the loose strings,
He played a melody as pure and sweet as the caroling angel's sing
The music stopped and the auctioneer with a voice quiet and low said
"Now what am I bid for the ol' violin?" he held it up with the bow
A thousand dollars, who will make it two
Two thousand who will make it three
Three thousand once, Three thousand twice and going going and gone.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We don't understand what changed its worth?"
Then someone replied, "The touch of the master's hand."
So many a man with life out of tune much like the ol' violin
But the Master comes and a change is brought
By the touch of the Master's Hand by the touch of the Master's Hand