"The Touch of the Masters Hand"

(Auctioneer’s Voice - Auctioneering)

Well, it was battered and scarred,

And the auctioneer felt;

It was hardly worth his while.

To waste much time on this old violin,

But he held it up with a smile.

Now it sure ain’t much folks,

But it’s all we got left,

So I guess we ought to sell it too;

Now who’s gonna bid on this old violin?

Just one more and then we’ll be through.

Then he cried, one, give me one dollar,

Who’ll bid two? now two dollars;

Two dollars folks, I want three!

Now three dollars twice,

Now that’s a good price,

But whose gotta bid for me?

Raise your hand don’t wait any longer,

The auction’s about to end,

So now, who’s got four just one dollar more

To bid on this old violin?

Ah, the air was hot and the people stood around

As the sun was setting low,

From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,

Came forward and picked up the bow.

Then he wiped the dust from the old violin,

And he tightened up the strings;

And played a melody pure and sweet,

Sweet as the angels sing.

And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,

In a voice that was quiet and low

Said, “Now folks, who’s gonna bid

On this old violin?”

Then he held it up with the bow.

Then he cried out, one give me one thousand,

Who’ll give me two; two thousand,

Two thousand folks I need three,

Now three thousand twice

Now that’s a good price,

But who’s got a bid for me?

The people cried out,

“Hey, what made the change?

We don’t understand!”

The auctioneer stopped and said with a smile,

It was the touch of the Master’s hand.

Ah friends, there’s many a man

With his life out of tune,

And battered and scarred by sin

And he’s auctioned cheap,

To a thankless world just like that old violin,

Then the master comes,

And the foolish crowd never understands,

The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought,

By the touch of the Master’s hand.

Then he cried out one give me one thousand,

Who’ll bid two; two thousand,

Two thousand folks I want three,

Now three thousand twice

Now that’s a good price,

But who’s got a bid for me?

The people cried out,

"Hey, what made the change?

We don’t understand!”

The auctioneer stopped and said with a smile,

It was the touch of the Master’s hand.

Oh, just the touch of the Master’s hand.

The touch of the Masters Hand.

It was the touch of the master’s hand!

One Touch of the Master's hand was all it took

And then of course, my committment to Him

     And the rest they say, "Is History."

     This was one of Craig's favorite songs

                                  and is

      The Tribute Song of His Life