They tried to keep You in a tent
They could not keep You in a temple
Or any of their idols, to see and understand

We cannot keep You in a church
We cannot keep You in a Bible
Or it's just another idol to box You in

They could not keep You in their walls
We cannot keep You in ours either
You are so much greater

Who is like the Lord
The maker of the Heavens
Who dwells with the poor
And He lifts them from the ashes
And He makes them sit with princes
Who is like the Lord

We've tried to keep You in our tents
We've tried to keep You in our temples
We've worshiped all our idols, we want all that
to end

We will find You in the streets
We will find You in the prisons
And even in our Bibles and churches

We cannot contain
Cannot contain
The Glory of Your name

Who is like the lord
You took me from the ashes
And You healed me of my blindness
Who is like the Lord