When I was a young boy, I had found a collection of inspirational poems in a used book shop. I begged my mom to pay the indicated 4$ (and even included the guilt-inducing wide eyes). She was graceful enough to oblige and I began to read it fervently. 

It has since become the best 4$ investment I ever begged my mom to make. Out of that collection was a poem called 'The Touch of the Master's Hands'. 

I wrote a short blog post a while back on it but I recently stumbled upon an essay of the author by Lilly Walters, from the 'One Hand Typing and Keyboarding'.  

For Myra, writing such a telling image of Grace came from a deep personal experience. Enjoy Ms Walters' bio of Ms Brook Welch.
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' 
1/8/2013 13:09:14

Was her cause of death arthritis

1/8/2013 20:28:18

A great question. I actually don't know. She was 82 when she passed on, so it could have been a combination of things.

Wally Forsythe
11/19/2013 03:40:56

I first used this Poem as an army chaplain in about 1958 - I had heard older Southern Bapt chaplain quote it with great feeling and asked for a copy

Robert John Mc Farlanetrees
1/25/2014 07:06:45

I have a community radio programme in Bacchus Marsh Victoria Australia, and under my "food for thought" segment I read this out regularly:-) I often get phone calls requesting copies or info about this inspirational piece

Brian Mulcahy
4/12/2014 09:12:31

Inspiring and encouraging. This poem. presented during an Emmaus Walk was my mountain-top experiencel

Helen Gavin Lloyd
5/1/2015 16:44:40

At 80 I recall reciting this poem as a child. The masters hand for me was my psychoanalysis. Transformational.


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