Great in counsel, and mighty in work: for thine eyes are open upon all the ways of the sons of men: to give every one according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.

~~~~~~~Jeremiah 32:19~~~~~~~


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Dane Bailey

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THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
by Dane Bailey

(AUCTIONEER'S VOICE - AUCTIONEERING)

Well, it was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer felt;
It was hardly worth his while.
To waste much time on this old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.

Now it sure ainít much folks,
But its all we got left,
So I guess we ought to sell it too;
Now who's gonna bid on this old violin?
Just one more and then weíll be through.

Then he cried, One give me one dollar,
Whoíll bid two? now two dollars;
Two dollars folks, I want three!
Now three dollars twice,
Now thatís a good price,
But whoís gotta bid for me?

Raise your hand donít wait any longer,
The auction's about to end,
So now, whoís got four just one dollar more
To bid on this old violin?

Ah, the air was hot and the people stood around
As the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward and picked up the bow.

Then he wiped the dust from the old violin,
And tightened up the strings;
And played a melody pure and sweet,
Sweet as the angels sing.

And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,
In a voice that was quiet and low
Said, "Now folks, who's gonna bid
On this old violin?"
Then he held it up with the bow.

Then he cried out, one give me one thousand,
Who'll bid two; two thousand,
Two thousand folks I need three,
Now three thousand twice
Now that's a good price,
But who's gotta bid for me?

The people called out,
"Hey, what made the change? We donít understand!"
The auctioneer stopped and said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Master's hand.

Ah friends, there's many a man
With his life out of tune,
And battered and scarred by sin
And He's auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world just like that old violin,

Then the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought,
By the touch of the Master's hand.

Then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who'll bid two; two thousand,
Two thousand folks I want three,
Now three thousand twice
Now that's a good price,
But who's gotta bid for me?

The people called out,
"Hey, what made the change? We donít understand!"
The auctioneer stopped and said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Master's hand.

Oh, just the touch of the Master's hand.
The touch of the Master's hand.

The touch of the Master's hand.


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