Re: worship service
Robert Ontjes (robert-ontjes@UIOWA.EDU)
Tue, 20 Aug 1996 15:27:06 -0500
A search using Alta Vista shows it as a poem at:
By. . . . . Myra Brooks Welch
There is a recording of this as a song.
lists it as a song sung by Wayne Watson
I agree, it gives a powerful message.
Hawkeye Area Council
>Although it is only a part of a service, reading the following poem would
>make a nice message. I do not know who wrote it, but I like it.
>The Touch of the Master's Hand
>It was battered and scarred,
>And the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while
>To waste much time on the old violin,
>But he held it up with a smile.
>"What am I biddin' good folks," he cried,
>"Who'll start the biddin' for me?
>One dollar, now two?
>Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
>Three dollars, three dollars once,
>Three dollars twice, goin' for three."
>But no, from the back of the room
>A gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;
>And wiping the dust from the old violin,
>And tightening up all the strings,
>He played a melody sweet and low,
>Sweet as an Angel sings.
>The crowd was hushed,
>And the Auctioneer in a voice that was soft and low said,
>"What am I to bid for the old violin,"
>And he held it up with the bow.
>"One thousand dollars, now two?
>Two thousand, and who'll make it three?
>Three thousand dollars once
>Three thousand twice, going, and gone!" said he.
>The people cheered,
>But some people cried, "We do not quite understand.
>What changed the worth of the old violin?"
>It was the touch of the Master's hand.
>And many a life, with its heart out of tune,
>Battered and scarred with sin
>Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
>Just like the old violin.
>A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
>A song and he travels on.
>He's going once, going twice,
>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 is wrought
>By the touch of the Master's hand.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City