The Touch of the Master's Hand by Myra Brooks Welch. A "mess of pottage," 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 is wrought. By the touch of the Master's hand. Myra Welch would say that she heard a speaker.

The Touch of the Master's Hand by Myra Brooks Welch
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The Touch of the Master's Hand is one of my most beloved poems. Thank you for sharing it with us. Jo-Anne Bergin 1 month ago September 8, 2022 at 3:29 pm.. How can I.