The strings of your guitar were once filled with life and hope.
Now they are still.
With these strings you escaped to better places to quiet your soul.
Now you have peace.
The chords that you played were prayers that bent the ear of God.
Now you see His face.
Your guitar was an attentive friend full of truth and forgiveness.
Now you are perfected.
If I listen closely I can still hear the melodies that you played for me.
Now you play for Him.