They tried 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
He lifts them from the ashes
And he seats them among 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 worshipped 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 the glory of your name
Who is like the Lord
He took me from the ashes
And you heal me from my blindness
Who is like the Lord