My Weapon Of Chose Poem by Paul Cutting

Love is my weapon of chose
cutting through hate with GOD’s voice
bringing your opponent to his knees
word in flesh sword in sheath
carry it with you whereas thow go
the best security will never know
raise and army that hell will dread
when hate rears its ugly head
cut off its head with one blow
then the roots so it can’t grow
stand and fight till its dead
in full armor forge ahead
for his body is are bread
making sure the sheep are feed
on hatred shoes I bring this fight
for all he offers love and light