So everyone called him  The  Guitar  Man
And he always sang for the Lord
He travelled around with a pick in hand
For strumming that guitar chord.
 
 

He wore tan leather boots and a cowboy hat
And a jacket made of rawhide
Singing God’s Word in the Churches he was at
About why Christ was Crucified.
 
 

Folks say he came from the  Cajun  Territory,
Married a Southern Christian pearl
But she died young and went to live in Glory
They say he cried for his Louisiana girl.
 

Heard him sing one night many years ago
A  tune, “In The Sweet By And By”
He sang at the Revival and joy began to flow
And God, HE knew the reason why.
 
 

Standing at the Pulpit, cowboy hat on his head
Sang Gospel, with a pick in hand
He looked into the crowd, but all that he said
Was “They call me the ‘Guitar Man.’
 
 

Heard years later, came an end to his life
Passed on - to a better place
Folks all say, he was joining his wife
Had met with God‘s  Amazing Grace.
 
 

It's said by some that on his headstone now,
Carved by an unknown hand:

“He sang the Gospel  ’til his heart gave out,
And  here  lies  the  Guitar  Man."
 
 
 
 

Author/Poem Written By:
Tammy Boatman-Young
 

This poem  'The Guitar Man'  is Dedicated 
to my dear friend Samantha.  She lost a son
too and his name is Georgie.  He was truly a 
wonderful Gospel Singer and always played
his guitar.  Georgie was a Christian when he 
left this earth and he loved the Lord so much. 
 
 

Love and hugs to you dear friend Samantha,

your sis-in-Christ Tammy
 

GRAPHICS BY
MARVELICIOUS