48 Years—This Old Guitar No. 7

1971-Ever Grateful

I spent my teen years in a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio, in a small town named Berea. We lived in a comfortable Cape Cod that sat on a large corner lot. Our big yard served as the meeting place for lots of young folks who gathered to play kickball, baseball, and shoot hoops.

Entering our home by the front door, the first thing that came into view was an old, upright piano sitting against the wall. In addition to plucking on my guitars, I banged around on those ivories a good bit and came up with a tune every now and then.

One of the tunes I plunked out is a song that expresses my gratitude to the Lord for re-birthing me into His family. I call it Ever Grateful. You will also hear me play my small free-reed instrument (a.k.a) harmonica toward the end of the tune.