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You'd think we'd have it figured out |
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With 2000 years of practising |
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And we give you little cause to doubt |
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Just listen to the pretty songs we sing |
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You'd think we'd have it figured out |
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All dressed up in |
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Sunday morning chique |
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Our choir would make any pastor proud and our altar call's quite busy from week to week |
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But if God's so big how can we think that we have him figured out |
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No we can't reign in the one who reigns |
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And his majesty can't be contained |
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Cause he's more than everything we think we've found |
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We don't have him figured out |
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You'd think we'd have it figured out |
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If you heard how well that we can preach |
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We always seem to pull a crowd |
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And they're always smiling when they leave |
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You'd think we'd know better by now |
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That God is not relying on our plans |
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He doesn't need our paper crowns |
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Cause he holds the world in his sovereign hands |
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No we can't reign in the one who reigns |
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And his majesty can't be contained |
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Cause he's more than everything we think we've found |
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We don't have him figured out |
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No he's not dependent on our works |
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To showcase just how much he's worth |
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No we can't reign in the one who reigns |
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And his majesty can't be contained |
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Cause he's more than everything we think we've found |
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We don't have him figured out |
