Wiping the dust from the old violin, and
tightening up its strings,
he played a melody pure and sweet,
as sweet as an angel sings.

The auctioneer, with a voice
that was quiet and low,
Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"
as he held it up with the bow.

"One thousand, one, who'll make it two?
Two thousand, who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
going and gone" said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We don't quite understand what changed its worth."
Quick came the reply,
"The touch of the Master's hand."

Many a man, with life out of tune,
battered and torn by sin.
Is auctioned off to a thoughtless crowd,
much like that old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
a game, and he travels on.
He's going once, he's going twice
he's going ... he's almost gone.

Then the Master comes,
and the thoughtless crowd can
never quite understand.
The worth of a soul and the miracle
that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.

Whenever your life is out of tune
And no melody soothes your soul,
Look to the Master whose gentle touch
Will bless you and make you whole.

Like an old violin with so little worth,
A life may be far less than grand,
But may be transformed in a moment you see,
By The Touch of The Master's Hand.

~~ Ken Brown ~~

Therefore if any man is in Christ,
he is a new creature; the old things passed away;
behold, new things have come.
II Corinthians 5:17

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