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The Touch of the Master's Hand

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

‘Twas battered and scarred,

And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while

To waste his time on the old violin,

but he held it up with a smile.

“What am I bid, good people”, he cried, “Who starts the bidding for me?”

“One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?”

“Two dollars, who makes it three?” “Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,”

But, No,

From the room far back a gray-bearded man came forward and picked up the bow,

Then wiping the dust from the old violin

And tightening up the strings,

He played a melody, pure and sweet as sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer

With a voice that was quiet and low, said “What now am I bid for this old violin?”

As he held it aloft with its’ bow.

“One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?”

“Two thousand, Who makes it three?”

“Three thousand once, three thousand twice, Going and gone”, said he.

The audience cheered, but some of them cried,

“We just don’t understand.” “What changed its’ worth?”

Swift came the reply.

“The Touch of the Masters Hand.”

“And many a man with life out of tune, All battered and bruised with hardship

Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd

Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, A game and he travels on.

He is going once, he is going twice,

He is 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 Masters’ Hand.

 

The story behind “The Touch of the Master’s Hand”

(adapted from Elizabeth Nieves post The Touch of the Master’s Hand)

I imagine that many of you have heard this poem before. It is quite famous and popular. But, do you know the story behind the poem?

“The Touch of the Master’s Hand” was written in 1921 by Myra Brooks Welch. Myra was born into a very musical family. She was a talented organist, who loved music with all of her heart and soul. In fact, Myra has been called ‘The Poet with the Singing Soul’.

Myra was quoted as saying that “The Touch of the Master’s Hand” wrote itself’ in 30 minutes, after she was “filled with light” when she heard a speaker addressing a group of students. She believed it was a gift from God, and she did not want to take credit for it. She anonymously sent the poem to be published in her church bulletin, and the poem gained widespread exposure without anyone knowing its creator.

Several years later, “The Touch of the Master’s Hand” was read at an international religious convention. The reader stated that the author was unknown. A young man stood up from the crowd and said, “I know the author, and it’s time the world did too. It was written by my mother, Myra Welch.”

Through her inspiring poetry, the world came to know Myra Brooks Welch. But, it was her life that was the greatest inspiration. Myra wrote her poetry from a wheelchair…with her badly disfigured hands. She had severe and debilitating arthritis that left her crippled and unable to play the music she so loved.

Although terribly painful, she would hold a pencil in each hand and use the eraser to type out the words to the poems that flooded her soul. She did not allow her disability to prevent her from making a joyful noise!

What about you?

Are you hiding behind a wall of fear, insecurity and/or disappointment? Do you have dreams that you may never realize because you don’t want to risk making a fool of yourself to the world?

Perhaps you have already tried and failed.

There is greatness inside of you!

Regardless of how many years your gifts and talents have laid dormant.  No matter how deeply buried by the weight of regret.  They are there just waiting to be revived by the touch of the Master’s Hand!

Don’t allow fear, insecurity and disappointment stop you from pursuing your dreams….

Rob