I'm a Baptist. Baby!
Armed with the sword
Apologetics are easy
When cults come knocking at my door
Others claim they heal
I say only if Lord willing
I'm a Baptist. Baby!
You may say You're filled with the spirit
But my Baptist standards say different
Talk all about your experiences
But if it ain't line up with my theology
I guess the Lord says different
You know I'm a Baptist
When I come strolling along
With a Bible in my hand
And a will to baptise in my song
That's right I have standards
I'm a Baptist Baby
I study his word all night long
Theology is hard ... for charismatic
After all it's hard to read
Being full of spirits and all
Baptist is my name
And converting is my game
The great commission my job
And the Holy Spirit my guide
But wait!
The heart is deceitful above all else
I'm a Baptist. Baby!
Theology is my standard
Through written word will spirits be judged
Not by Charismatic feeling or hearts bleeding
That's right!
I'm a Baptist. Baby!
And I have standards
