My Old Guitar

In a far away spot in the mountains
I sit with my dear old guitar
I play and I sing of my Savior
And a city in that Land so far

I sing of His mercy and Goodness
To know Him is ultimate Bliss
All the Glory and joys of Heaven
Is one thing I don't want to miss

Sometimes the way gets weary and sad
I have a dread as I look afar
But I steal away and start to play
A tune on my dear old guitar

Up in the mountains I’ll travel today
And not have a fear for tomorrow
I’ll sing of the story of Heaven’s Glory
As I play it on my old guitar

So I'll sing all my praises to Jesus
As I travel this journey down here
I want all to know of salvation
And know of His Mercy so dear

Someday I'll sing up in Heaven
O how my guitar will ring
I'll get to sing in the Presence
Of Jesus Christ, my Lord and king

~*© Raylene Boggs*~2002

Written in honor of my Aunt Rose
Next to the Lord and her family
Her guitar has been her life for 65 years.
We have sang together for 51 years.
This is her and her daughter Vikki singing.

I have no doubt she will someday receive her
Golden Guitar