We discovered this piece in a book entitled "Never Alone" by Joseph F Girzone, who also wrote "Joshua." He used this poem to make a point, and again it caught our eye as it is so poignant, and we thought worth sharing.

T'was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folks” he cried,
“A dollar, a dollar,” then, “Two! Only 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 grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow:
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a carolling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, “What am I bid 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.” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of a master's hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine;
A Game – and he travels on.
He is “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.
Myra Welsh

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