The Touch Of The Master's Hand’


by Myra 'Brooks' Welch (First
published 1921)

The Old Violin original painting by William Michael Harnett in 1886, hangs in the National Gallery of Art, Washington, a gift of Mr. <br / and Mrs. Richard Mellon Scaife in honor of Paul Mellon 1993.15.1"">




'Twas

battered and scarred 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 bid, good folk?" he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar ... now 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 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 bid for the old violin?"
As he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars ... and who'll make it two?
Two...two thousand, and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once and three thousand twice ...
Three thousand and gone!" said he.

The people cheered, but some exclaimed
"We do not quite understand ...
What changed it's worth?" and the answer came:
" 'Twas the touch of the master's hand."

And many a man with soul out of tune
And battered and scarred by sin
Is auctioned cheap by the thoughtless crowd
Just like the old violin.

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the master's hand.

O Master! I am the tuneless one
Lay, lay Thy hand on me,
Transform me now, put a song in my heart
Of melody, Lord, to Thee!


According to many sources, in 1921, Myra Brooks Welch heard a
speaker address a group of students. She said she became
filled
with light, and ‘Touch of the Master's Hand’ wrote
itself in 30
minutes!" She sent it anonymously to her church news
bulletin.
She felt it was a gift from God and didn't need her name
on it.
Its popularity spread and several years later, the poem
was read
at an international religious convention - "author
unknown."
A young man stood up and said, "I know the author, and
it's
time the world did too. It was written by my mother,
Myra Welch."



‘Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. I have helped many people from all over the world transform their lives, their
happiness,
when they thought it impossible. I was looking for an
analogy
for my coaching and happened upon this poem.


How is this an analogy? Until the “grey-haired man” uncovered its potential, the violin in the poem was first deemed
to be of little worth. A person may currently have a low
sense of self-worth,
or perhaps only lack confidence in certain situations.
Whichever
is the case, this is reflected in how that person
thinks/feels/behaves, and in turn, how others may view them. The
good news is that this can change – and change quickly –
with
the right coach and hypnotist.

Wishing you all the best,
Louise Goddard
NLP Master and Hypnotist

Email:
louisegoddard@schoolyourmind.com

This came from one of my facebook colleagues and it touched me deeply and I wanted to share it with you.

Rene

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