You'd think we'd have it figured out 
With 2000 years of practising 
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