Touch Of The Master`s Hand Lyrics

Touch Of The Master`s Hand lyrics

“Touch Of The Master’s Hand�

Well it was battered and
scared,
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 its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it
to,
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 auctions 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,
Common 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 threes 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 rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters
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.