The Master's Hand Lyrics - Letter To Heaven: Songs Of Faith & Inspiration - Dolly Parton

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"Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer 

Thought it scarcely worth his while 

To waste much time on the old violin, 

But he held it up with a smile. 

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, 

"Who'll start bidding for me? 

A dollar, a dollar - now who"ll make it 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 gray-haired 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 an angel sings. 

The music ceased and the auctioneer 

With a voice that was quiet and low, 

Said: "What am I bidden 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?" The man replied: 

"The touch of the masters hand." 

And many a man with life out of tune, 

And battered and torn with sin, 

Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd. 

Much like the old violin. 

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine, 

A game and he travels on, 

He's 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's wrought 

By the touch of the MASTER'S hand. 

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