O Lord, I am a hunter
And life I seek to take
But let me not attempt the shot
Beyond my skill to make.
For Lord they are your creatures
Given for our use
But each one falls within your sight
They're not for our abuse.
And when I loose my arrow
Please guide it swift and true
Or let it miss completely, Lord
That pain be not undue.
A clean kill or no kill, Lord
Such is my heart's desire.
Give me the skill to make it so
Or let me hold my fire.
And when my time upon this earth
The days they are fulfilled
Grant that I may die at least
As clean as those I killed.
Saturday is coming quick, good luck out there and be safe!
And life I seek to take
But let me not attempt the shot
Beyond my skill to make.
For Lord they are your creatures
Given for our use
But each one falls within your sight
They're not for our abuse.
And when I loose my arrow
Please guide it swift and true
Or let it miss completely, Lord
That pain be not undue.
A clean kill or no kill, Lord
Such is my heart's desire.
Give me the skill to make it so
Or let me hold my fire.
And when my time upon this earth
The days they are fulfilled
Grant that I may die at least
As clean as those I killed.
Saturday is coming quick, good luck out there and be safe!
