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The Touch of the Master's Hand
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It was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
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Thought it sacrcely worth his while
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To waste much time on the old violin,
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But he held it up with a smile.
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"What am I bidden, good folk?" he cried,
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"Who'll start the bidding for me?
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"A dollar - a dollar - then two, only two -
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"Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
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"Going for Three" - but no -
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From the room far back, a gray-haired man
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Came forward and picked up the bow,
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Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
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And tightening the loosened strings,
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He played a melody pure and sweet
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As a caroling angel sings.
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The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
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With a voice that was quiet and low,
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Said, "NOW what am I bid for the old violin?"
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And he held it up with the bow.
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"A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two?
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"Two thousand - and who'll make it three?
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"Three thousand once - three thousand twice -
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"And going - and gone," cried he.
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The people cheered, but some of them cried,
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"We do not understand.
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"What changed its worth?" Quick came the reply,
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"The touch of the Master's hand."
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And many a man with life out of tune,
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And battered and scarred with sin,
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Is auctioned cheap, to a thoughtless crowd,
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Much like the old violin.
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A "mess of pottage" - a glass of wine,
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A game - and he travels on:
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He is going once - and going twice -
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He's going - and almost gone!
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But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
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Never can quite understand
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The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought
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BY THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND.
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By Myra Brooks
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Computers for Christ - Chicago
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