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