They say don’t play your timbel,
The P.A. may get hurt,
What you can do with your P.A.,
Is stuff it up your shirt,
God comes in front of mikes and things,
Your God is over all,
And just within his love,
I’m walking ten feet tall,
In Psalm 150 it says praise your Lord,
With every instrument there is,
The cymbal and the harp, the timbel and the drum,
All notes up to a sharp,
When Jesus walked the earth they had no microphones,
H went around and preached the word,
Folk came under his wing,
And praises to him they did sing,
Oh Lord do you know,
What they’re doing in you house,
It’s enough to scare even a mouse,
P.A.s weren’t needed years ago,
You used your voice for God alone,
Whether it be in church or even at home.