Touch of the Masters Hand by Natalie MacMaster Lyrics

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; threedollars 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 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 "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 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