Wayne Watson – Touch Of The Master's Hand Lyrics

Touch Of The Master's Hand

Well it was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile,
"Well it sure ain't much but it's all we got left, I guess we aught to sell it, too,
Oh, now who'll start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more and we'll be through."

And then he cried, "One! Give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two? Only two dollars, who'll make it three?
Three dollars twice, now that's a good price,
Now who's gonna bid for me?
Raise up your hand now, don't wait any longer. The auction's about to end,
Who's got four? Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?"

Well 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.
He wiped the dust from the old violin; then he tightened up the strings.
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing.
And then the music stopped, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low, he said, "Now what am I bid
For this old violin?" and he held it up with a bow.

And then he cried out, "One! Give me one thousand!
Who'll make it two? Only two thousand? Who'll make it three!
Three thousand twice! You know that's a good price,
Come on! Who's gonna to bid for me?"
And the people cried out, "What made the change? We don't understand."
Then the auctioneer stopped, and he said with a smile,
"It was the touch of the Master's hand."

You know there's many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered and scared with sin, and he's auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,
Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that old foolish crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought,
Just by one touch of the Master's hand.

And then he cried out, "One! Give me one thousand!
Who'll make it two? Only two thousand? Who'll make it three?
Three thousand twice, you know that's a good price,
Common who's gonna bid for me?"
And the people cried out, "What made the change? We don't understand,"
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
"It was the touch, that's all it was; it was the touch of the Master's hand,
It was the touch of the Master's hand; oh, it was the touch of the Master's hand."