Blog Post 31st March 2010: Enjoy this inspiring poem published
1921.
‘The
Touch Of The Master's Hand’
by Myra 'Brooks' Welch (First published 1921)
'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,
when they thought it impossible. I was looking for an analogy
for my confidence coaching and hypnosis work when I 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
