\nAt our Prayer Breakfast this morning, I shared one of my favorite poems.
\nI hadn’t read or heard it in quite awhile, but it came to mind recently, so I searched and found it.
\nIt is one which I think should be performed. Here it is for your enjoyment! <\/p>\n
The Touch Of The Master’s Hand<\/b> <\/p>\n Twas battered and scarred, The music ceased, and The people cheered, And many a man with At our Prayer Breakfast this morning, I shared one of my favorite poems. I hadn’t read or heard it in quite awhile, but it came to mind recently, so I searched and found it. It is one which I think should be performed. Here it is for your enjoyment! The Touch Of The Master’s Hand […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[25],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=118"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":120,"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118\/revisions\/120"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeleah.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n <\/font>Myra
\n B. Welch<\/font><\/p>\n
\n and the auctioneer
\n thought it scarcely
\n worth his while
\n To waste much time on
\n the old violin,
\n But held it up with
\n a smile.
\n "What am I bidden,
\n good folks," he
\n cried,
\n "Who’ll start the
\n bidding for me?
\n A dollar, a dollar,
\n then, two! Only two?
\n Two dollars, and who’ll
\n make it three?
\n Three dollars, once;
\n three dollars, twice;
\n Going for three . .
\n ."
\n But no,
\n From the room, far back,
\n a grey-haired man
\n Came forward and picked
\n up the bow;
\n Then, wiping the dust
\n from the old violin,
\n And tightening the loose
\n strings,
\n He played a melody pure
\n and sweet
\n As a caroling angel
\n sings.<\/p>\n
\n the auctioneer,
\n With a voice that was
\n quiet and low, said:
\n "What am I bid
\n for the old violin?"
\n And he held it up with
\n the bow.
\n "A thousand dollars,
\n and who’ll make it two?
\n "Two thousand!
\n And who’ll make it three?
\n "Three thousand,
\n once; three thousand,
\n twice;
\n And going and gone."said
\n he.<\/p>\n
\n but some of them cried,
\n "We do not quite
\n understand, what changed
\n its worth?"
\n Swift came the reply:
\n "The Touch Of The
\n Master’s Hand."<\/p>\n
\n life out of tune,
\n And battered and scarred
\n with sin,
\n Is auctioned cheap to
\n the thoughtless crowd,
\n Much like the old violin.
\n A ‘mess of potage,’
\n a glass of wine;
\n A game – and he travels
\n on.
\n He is ‘going’ once,
\n and ‘going’ twice,
\n He’s ‘going’ and almost
\n ‘gone’.
\n But the Master comes
\n and the foolish crowd
\n Never can quite understand
\n The worth of a soul
\n and the change that’s
\n wrought
\n By the touch of the
\n Master’s Hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"