MANY A MAN, WITH LIFE OUT OF TUNE,
ALL BATTERED WITH BOURBON AND GIN,
IS AUCTIONED CHEAP, TO A 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 IS GOING TWICE,
AND THEN HE IS ALMOST GONE.
THE MASTER COMES AND THE FOOLISH CROWD,
NEVER CAN QUITE UNDERSTAND.
WORTH OF A SOUL, CHANGE THAT IS WROUGHT,
BY THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND.
MYRA BROOKS WELCH WAS THOUGHT OF AS THE POETESS WITH THE SINGING SOUL. IN 1921, SHE WROTE "TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND." SHE WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE THE LYRICS WHILE LISTENING TO A SERMON. WITHIN THIRTY MINUTES, SHE WROTE THE MASTERPIECE.
