Lee Ann Setzer is a writer and a mom of teenagers. She is currently learning to ice skate. She blogs sporadically at lookunderthings.blogspot.com.
‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while
To waste his time with the old violin, but he held it up with a smile…
In this familiar old rhyme* the old violin is about to be auctioned off for $3. But then an old man walks up from the back of the room, dusts off the shabby instrument, tightens the strings, and plays a beautiful melody. After the last note fades, the same violin sells for $3000.
“What changed its worth? Swift came the reply: The touch of the master’s hand.”
The poem likens the battered violin to battered, weary people who need only “the touch of the Master’s hand.” The Church-produced video depiction of this poem begins with an old man lovingly hand-crafting the violin in his workshop. Later, it’s the same old man—the violin’s creator—who plays it in the auction, revealing its intrinsic worth.