You'd think we'd have it figured out
With two thousand years of practicing
And we give you little cause to doubt
Just listen to the pretty songs we sing
You'd think we'd have it figured out
All dressed up in Sunday morning chique
Our choir would make any Pastor proud
And our alter call's busy from week to week
But if Gods so big, how can we think
That we have Him figured out?
No, we can't reign in the one who reigns
And His majesty can't be contained
'Cause He's more than everything we think we've found
We don't have Him figured out
You'd think we'd have it figured out
If you heard how well that we can preach
We always seem to pull a crowd
And they're always smiling when they leave
You'd think we'd know better by now
That God is not relying on our plans
'Cause He doesn't need our paper crowns
'Cause He holds the world in His sovereign hands
If Gods so big, how can we think
That we have Him figured out?
No, we can't reign in the one who reigns
And His majesty can't be contained
'Cause He's more than everything we think we've found
We don't have Him figured out
No, He's not dependent on our works
To showcase just how much He's worth
No, we can't reign in the one who reigns
And His majesty can't be contained
'Cause He's more than everything we think we've found
We don't have Him figured out
We don't have Him figured out, yeah
We don't have Him figured out
We don't have Him figured out
He's so much more than everything we think we've found