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03-14-2008, 06:49 AM | #1 |
Lovin' 2 Girls Donating Member | The Touch of The Master's Hand You all probably remember this poem from school. This poem has meant so much to me throughout my life - so much wisdom. But now, even more, since I've learned about its author. 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 grey-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loosened 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, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And 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 the 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 is wrought By the touch of the Master's hand. The devastating, crippling effects of arthritis confined Myra B Welsh to a wheelchair for 20 years. It was from this platform, that she wrote most of the inspirational poetry she is known for, today. She knew whereof she wrote, regarding the shaping of life's trials.
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03-14-2008, 07:02 AM | #2 |
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| Ada, that is beautiful and so apropos, isn't it? Thank you so much for sharing.... |
03-14-2008, 07:02 AM | #3 |
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| Wow...that was beautiful!
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03-14-2008, 08:19 AM | #4 |
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| Thank you for posting this. It is beautiful.
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