Wayne Watson - Touch Of The Master´s Hand lyrics

“Touch Of The Master´s Hand”

Well it was battered & 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 aint much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to,
Oh, now who will start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more & we will be through.

And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who will make it two only two dollars who will make it three,
Three dollars twice now that is a good price,
Now who has going to bid for me?
Raise up your hand now don´t wait any longer the auctions about to end,
Who has got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?

Well the air was hot & the people stood around as the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward & 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 & sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing,
And then the music stopped & the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet & low he said now what am I bid,
For this old violin & he held it up with a bow.

And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who will make it two only two thousand who will make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that is a good price,
Common who has going to to bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we do not understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped & he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Master´s hand.

You know theres many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered & scared with sin & he has 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 & the change that´s rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.

And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who will make it two only two thousand who will make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that is a good price,
Common who has going to bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we do not understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped & he said with a smile,
It was the touch, that is 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.

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