Don't bother me, I'll bother you! With claws and fur I'll quarrel. The first half of me sounds like the mood I'm in, though I'm not really amoral. My second half: Remove the e, I'm simply just a growl. I can be quite the honey, then undaunted I will prowl.

I begin by tricking you into thinking I've to do with canes or shoots, but the way I end will leave you

I live just above and just below the surface of the ocean or sea. Add ER to my end and I become nineteen-fifty’s slang for the God-given herb.

Whether on your feet or a bridge, this shape provides support and strength

I’m raised without hands, carried without feet. You’ll find me in structures both ancient and modern, yet I leave no mark behind. I can be a simple melody or layered with harmonies. I’m chosen specifically for important milestones or Ordinary days. Remove the focus on Him, and I cease to be me.