You'd think we'd have it figured out
With 2000 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 altar call's quite busy from week to week
But if God's 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
He doesn't need our paper crowns
Cause he holds the world in his sovereign hands
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
