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