Touch of the Master's Hand (抚摸主人的手) - The Faith Crew-歌词_1

Touch of the Master's Hand (抚摸主人的手) - The Faith Crew

Well it was battered and scared

And the auctioneer felt

It was hardly worth his while

To waste much time on the old

Violin but he held it up with a smile

Well it sure ain't much

But its all we got left

I guess we aught to sell it to

Oh now who'll start the

Bid on this old violin

Just one more and

We'll be through

And then he cried one

Give me one dollar

Who'll make it two only

Two dollars who'll make it three

Three dollars twice now

That's a good price

Now who's gonna bid for me

Raise up your hand now don't wait

Any longer the auctions about to end

Who's got four Just one dollar

More to bid on this old violin

Well 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

He wiped the dust from the old violin

Then he tightened up the strings

Then he played out a melody

Pure and sweet

Sweeter than the Angels sing

And then the music stopped

And the auctioneer

With a voice that was quiet and low

He said now what am I bid

For this old violin and he held it up with a bow

And then he cried out one

Give me one thousand

Who'll make it two only

Two thousand who'll make it three

Three thousand twice you know

That's a good price

Common who's gonna to bid for me

And the people cried out what made

The change we don't understand

Then the auctioneer stopped

And he said with a smile

It was the touch of the Master's hand

You know there's many a man

With his life out of tune

Battered and scared with sin

And he's auctioned cheap

To a thankless world much

Like that old violin

Oh but then the Master comes

And that old foolish crowd

They never understand

The worth of a soul and

The change that is rought

Just by one touch of the Masters hand

And then he cried out one

Give me one thousand

Who'll make it two only two

Thousand who'll make it three

Three thousand twice you know

That's a good price

Common who's gonna bid for me

And the people cried out what made

The change we don't understand

Then the auctioneer stopped

And he said with a smile

It was the touch of the Master's hand

It was the touch of the Master's hand;

Oh it was the touch of the Master's hand