The Touch of the Master's Hand

The Touch of the Master's Hand

It was battered and scarred,
and the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
to waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
with a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is 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 Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch

This is another one of my favorite poems. This poem along with the scripture in doctrine and convents make me thing about every soul and how we all have a purpose out there. The scripture is (doctrine and convents 18: 10-17)  10 .Remember the ^aworth of ^bsouls is great in the sight of God; 11. For, behold, the Lord your ^aRedeemer suffered ^bdeath in the flesh; wherefore he ^csuffered the ^dpain of all men, that all men might repent and ^ecome unto him.12. And he hath ^arisen again from the dead, that he might bring all men unto him, on conditions of ^brepentance. 13. And how great is his ^ajoy in the ^bsoul that ^crepenteth!14. Wherefore, you are called to ^acry repentance unto this people.15. And if it so be that you should labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one ^asoul unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my Father!16. And now, if your joy will be great with one soul that you have brought unto me into the ^akingdom of my Father, how great will be your ^bjoy if you should bring many ^csouls unto me.17. Behold, you have my gospel before you, and my rock, and my ^asalvation.

If we fall behind and lose are values we need to remember we have a purpose here. And with the touch of the masters’ hand we can regain the value we have lost. So of you have lost your value go regain it. 

The poem was written by: Myra Brooks Welch

Scripture came from http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/18.10-17?lang=eng#9

It was contributed by sanders.