weapons of mass production

oh sweet Angel of Mercy
i'll hold onto the songs You sing to me
i'll ask You to take my soul
(i give it to You)
i ask for nothing in return
but that promise of eternal Love
let me be a writer of the Lord
work through me to bring others to You, God
my words are all i've got
my talent is my means of ministry
give me inspiration, Jesus
oh God above, shower me in a poetic, Spiritual high.
i'm holding on the gun, so to speak
about to pull the trigger
shooting Your glory into the hearts of many