She came in the night,
Songs sung and friends around,
Yet it beckons to her sight,
She tuned its strings and hums to the sound,
Fingers caressing as she held it tight,
Familiar to the touch as her heart softens,
Like an old friend that she had never forgotten,
Voices on high as she sings to the crowd,
To the harmony of the chords she played,
In the Lord will she always be proud,
For all that it is said,
The Lady and her Guitar,
What a sight, what a joy as I watched on from afar........
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