[Intro: Yolanda Adams]
What are you trying to say, Yolanda?
Look, forget about all that other junk
This battle ain't yours, it's the lord's
Think about it, and then start shouting
Help me sing it
[Verse 1: Yolanda Adams]
There is no pain, Jesus can't feel
There is no hurt, that He cannot heal
For all things work — yes, they do
According to the Master's purpose
And His holy will
No matter what — you in the balcony — are going through
Remember that God only wants a chance to use you
For the battle is not yours, it's the Lord's
We gonna tell the devil that, alright?
[Verse 2: Yolanda Adams]
There's no sadness, Jesus cannot feel
And there is no sorrow
That the Master is not able and willing to heal
Remember that all things work
They're not gonna be all good
But they're gonna work according to God's purpose and His holy will
No matter what, no matter what you're going through
Remember, God sees all and he knows all
And all he wants to do is use you
For this battle is not yours, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's the Lord's
