Touch Of The Master's Hand Songtext

Well it was battered and scarred and the auctioneer felt It was hardly worth his while To waste much time on the old violin But he held it up with a smile "Well it sure ain't much but it's all we got left I guess we oughta sell this too Oh now who?ll start the bid on this old violin Just one more, and we'll be through" Then he cried, "One, give me one dollar, who'll make it two? Only two dollars, who'll make it three? Three dollars twice, now that's a good price Now who's gonna bid for me? Raise up your hand now, don't wait any longer the auction's about to end Who's got four, just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?" Well the air was hot and the people stood around As the sun was setting low At the back of the crowd, a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow He wiped the dust from that old violin And he tightened down the strings And then he played out a melody pure and sweet Sweeter than the angels sing And when the music stopped And the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low He said, "Now what will you bid for this old violin?" And he held it up with the bow Then he cried "One, give me one thousand, who?ll make it two? Only two thousand, who'll make it three? Three thousand twice, now that's a good price Now who's gonna bid for me?" And the people cried out, "What made the change? We don't understand? Then the auctioneer stopped, and he said with a smile "You know, there's many a man with his life out of tune battered and scarred with sin And he's auctioned cheap to a thankless world much like that old violin But then the master comes, and that old foolish crowd They never understand The worth of a soul, and the change that is won just by one touch of the master's hand"