How you gonna reckon with a God like this?
When you gonna face what you can't dismiss?
Whatcha gonna say to the soul kiss that is my God?
Fearsome like the sag in a fat man's chair.
Sweeter than a patch of Rogaine hair.
How do you define what you can't compare?
This is my God.
And there's no use explaining what can't be contained.

I'm not following a God I can lead around.
I can't tame this deity, oh.
That's why Jesus is the final answer
To Who I want my God to be, oh.
He's Who I want my God to be, yeah.

How you gonna reckon with a God this great?
Why you wanna measure what you can't equate?
Whatcha gonna say to the checkmate that is my God?
Stronger than the burn of an aftershave.
Tender as a burger in your microwave.
Rarer than the air in an empty grave.
This is my God.
And there no use explaining what can't be contained.

I'm not following a God I can lead around.
I can't tame this deity, oh.
That's why Jesus is the final answer
To who I want my God to be, oh.
He's Who I want my God to be, yeah.

How we gonna work this out?
To fabricate a God like this no doubt
We'd end up worshiping a Christ of our own design,
But Jesus doesn't fit that profile.
His ways aren't mine.

I'm not following a God that's imagined.
Can't invent this deity.
And that's why Jesus is the final answer
To Who I want my God to be.
He's Who I want my God to be.
I'm not following a God I can lead around.
I can't tame this deity, oh.
That's why Jesus is the final answer
To who I want my God to be, yeah.

I'm not following a God I can lead around.
I can't tame this deity, oh.
That's why Jesus is the final answer now
To who I want my God to be, oh.
He's Who I want my God to be, yeah.
He's Who I want my God to be.
He's Who I want my God to be.

By Steve Taylor, Peter Furler