The Old Violin

I heard John Osteen recite this shortly after I got saved at 15 and wanted to share it with you all.
The old Violin

Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought it scarcely wortth his while

To auction off the old violin, but he held it up with a smile

What's my bidding for the old violin? Who'll start the bidding for me?

One dollar two or three?

But no from the room far back a grey haired man came forward

And he picked it up with the bow.

And dusting off the old violin and tightening up the strings

He played a melody as smooth and as sweet as an angel would sing

The music ceased and the auctioneer said with a voice that was quiet and low

What is my bidding for the old violin as he held it up with the bow?

One thousand, two thousand no three

Going and gone cried he!

The crowd cheered, but some of them cried

We don't quite understand

What changed its worth?

Quick came the reply

The touch of the master's hand

And many a man with life out tune and torn and battered by sin

Is auctioned off to that thoughtless crowd much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine a game and he travels on'

He is going once, he's going twice, he's going and he's almost gone

Then the master comes Then the master comes Then Jesus arrives on the scene

And the thoughtless crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul

And the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand!