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
