When I walk in doom and gloom
Stressin' ‘bout a hundred different bills, man, it kills any thrill
Like a thorn stuck in Cinderella's heel
And I'm bothered by a couple pounds I've found
I think my body's getting' round and this clown
Ain't never gonna be the same

But the battle is the Lord's and I might as well get busy
I'm makin' God annoyed when I wallow in self pity
Fightin' must be done God's way and God told us rejoice
When the world says, save your voice, quiet down, boy
Yeah, the Bible say, Praise the Lord nice and loud, boy

When I don't give Him thanks about nothin'
I'm sinkin' in bleak thinkin' – my morale's a stinkin'
Don't get down!
And I wouldn't trade my reward up in Heaven's gates
For success that fades or some cheap charade
And there's not a long wait left anyhow

And the battle is the Lord's and He'll fight it to the finish
I'm raisin' up my voice, and it works like Popeye's spinach
Fightin' must be done God's way and God told us rejoice
When the world says, save your voice, quiet down, boy
Then the Bible says, Praise the Lord nice and loud, boy

I was full of dread 'bout what's ahead
I looked back at what God did when Christ was sweatin' blood
God's Son got onto that Calvary road
When I find that I'm inclined to whine, havin' myself a rigorous time
I'll be knowin' this is not as far as He had to go
A thorough evaluation of my final destination
Had me thank Him for salvation all life long
So I look to God, He's big and strong
He can use it when my whole world's wrong
I figure if I really know His Son I should speak up when things get rough

And the battle is the Lord's and my attitude is lifting
I make a lot of noise, like it says in Psalm 150
Fightin' must be done God's way and God told us rejoice
When the world says, save your voice, quiet down, boy
Then the Bible says, Praise the Lord nice and loud, boy


Psalm 150:6
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD.