Things we shout from mountain tops Every secret, silent thought Even when we think it's not It's all within His hearing Highs and lows and in-betweens Watersheds and old routines There's no hidden fear or dream That He does not see clearly Everything we do for love All the times we lack thereof Whether we rise above or fall... it's all Under the knowing Under the loving All things are always Under the gaze... Under the gaze of God Sunday morning holiness Weary weekday restlessness Days we walk in righteousness Days we try to fake it He who made the earth and sky Keeps it under watchful eye Never once does He divide Secular and sacred Every atom bears His mark Like every inch of who we are And every beat of every heart remains in place Under the knowing. Every hair is measured Every prayer is treasured And though we try to hide from sight All there is that isn't right Still He calls us to the light Shining all around us And though we run time after time And lose all hope and lose our minds The moment we turn back we find That He's already found us 'Cause never does He fall asleep Never does He fail to keep His arms around you and me and so we know. We're under the knowing.