TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND (Modified version from CD)

T 'was battered and scarred and the auctioneer
Thought it barely worth his while
To spend much time on that old violin
But he held it up with a smile

"What would you bid good folks?" he cried
"Who 'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar,a dollar,a dollar then two
Two dollars who 'll make it three?"

Three dollars once three dollars twice
Goin' for three but no.
From the room far back a fair haired girl
Came forward and took the bow

Then she wiped the dust from the old violin
And tightened up the strings
She played a tune so pure and sweet
You could hear the angels sing

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low
Said "What 'll you bid for the old violin?"
and he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars who'll make it two
Two thousand who'll make it three
Three goin' once three goin' twice
And goin', gone", said he

But the people cheered and some of them cried
"We don't understand.
What changed it's worth?" came this reply,
"The touch of the master's hand."

The touch of the master's hand
The touch of the master's hand

Now many a soul with life out of tune
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 she travels on
She's goin' once, goin' twice
Goin', almost gone

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
They never understand
The worth of a soul and the change that's brought
By the touch of the Master's hand.

The touch of the Master's hand