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The Touch of the Master's Hand
Twas battered and scarred,
and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile;
"What am I bidden, good folks, " he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for
me?"
"A dollar; a dollar"; then, "Two"! "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll
make it three?
Three dollars once; three dollars twice; Going for three-" But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the
bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low said:
"What am I 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 thousand once, three thousand, twice, and going, and gone," said
he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried "We do not quite understand
What changed its worth. " Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And 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 he travels on.
He is "going" once and "going" twice, he's "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's wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
Myra Brooks Welch
The Poem----When I first read "The Touch of the Master's Hand", it
immediately became my favorite poem of all time. I instantly
recognized myself as one of the main characters-the old violin! I also
recognized the Master - the Lord Jesus. It was His hand that led me
from my native Pennsylvania to Texas. It is in His honor that the dental
practice is named. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do. -----Dr.
Bob Koons
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Dental Organization for
Conscious Sedation. 
