The Touch of the Master's Hand

​The Touch of the Master’s Hand
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.
That is from the poem “The Touch of the Master’s Hand” by Wayne Watson.  I quote it because it is me.
I will never be a Bill Gates, rich beyond measure distributing to the needy.  Anything could happen, but I do not believe I will invent something that makes life better the world over.  Nor am I likely to rise to a position of prominence where at the voice of my command wars cease and peace reigns.
But like so many I can make a difference in the life of the person next door.  I can make a difference in the life of those around me.  Helping another may not change the world but it can change me.  It is only by looking beyond myself that I find myself.
I am really grateful for the desire in so many to lend a helping hand.  When disaster strikes people care.
Figuratively I just show someone where I found food.  The food does not run out.  What’s more, it is healthy food.  It would be thoughtless of me not to share it.
I will do what I can as that is all I can do.