My guitar, My weapon

All I want is to play until my fingers hurt
Till the world makes sense

Play, play, play
Play, play, play

Sleekness of you shining in the light of victory
Cutaway for perfection, perfected for me
Forever thankful for God’s grace
Rendering us wordless

My instrument my weapon of war
Always and forever for His glory

Strum, strum, strum
Strum, strum, strum

My guitar, my vessel

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