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Those Touched By The Master's Hand

by Lilly Walters

When I was in the sixth grade I had a fantastic teacher - Mr. Gomm. I learned and remember more insights on life from him, than any other teacher. Wisdoms which stayed with me through the years like, "Better an hour too early, than a minute too late!"

One day he read us a poem, "The Touch of the Master's Hand." Things about hands caught my attention in those days, as I had been in an accident a few months before and lost most of my left hand. The message stayed in my heart.

Thirty years later, I was working on a typing manual for kids with one hand, and by accident, I came across that poem again. I wondered who the author was. When I found her seldom told story, it occurred to me there are few 'accidents.' Not to my hand, nor in this poem coming into my life again just at this time.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that she had lived only a few miles away from my own home, in Claremont, California, and she had her own challenge with her hands.

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"Touch of the Master’s Hand," by Myra Welsh

T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who’ll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar," then, 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 the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling 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?"
And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice;
And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master’s hand."

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of potage," a glass of wine;
A game, and he travels on.
He is "going" once, and "going" twice,
He’s "going" and almost "gone."

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.

Meet Myra Brooks Welch

Myra Brooks Welch, a resident of La Verne, California, was called "The poet with the singing soul." Hers was a very musical family. As a young woman, Myra’s special love was playing the organ.

In 1921, she 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. It’s popularity spread like magic. Finally, several years later, the poem was read at a religious international 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."    

Then her name, as well her other beautiful works of poetry became known worldwide. All of her poetry told of the rejoicing she had in God’s love.

What the world did not see, was the woman who created these masterpieces: Myra in her wheelchair, battered and scarred from severe arthritis, which had taken away her ability to make music. Instead, her musical soul spoke through her poetry. 

She took one pencil in each of her badly disabled hands. Using the eraser end, she would slowly type the words, the joy of them outweighing the pain of her efforts. Her words, a joyous expression of the wonders of life, as seen by a singing soul, touched by the Master’s Hand.

(c) 2003, Lilly Walters, from the "One Hand Typing and Keyboarding Manual:
With Personal Motivational Messages From Others Who Have Overcome!"
for more on one hand typing http://www.aboutonehandtyping.com

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909-398-1228, E-mail Lilly@aboutonehandtyping.com


Index of Motivational Stories, especially for those who have lost the use of a hand.

Angels Never Say Hello, by Dottie Walters, about Lilly Walters

The Touch of the Master's Hand, an Essay about Myra Welsh, by Lilly Walters

Why Do These Things Have To Happen? by Lilly Walters

No Hope? by Lilly Walters

Speech Excerpts and Quotations, by Jim Abbott, one-handed baseball pitcher and motivational speaker.

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for One Hand Typists
and those with Small Hands

In stock now!

3 Types of
One Hand Typing

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  • Books on CD (Mac or PC)
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