I used to shake You like an eight ball, I used to shoot You like a gun /I used to hold You like a hammer, try to nail down everyone /I used to keep You in a steeple, I used to bind You in a book /I used to take You like prescription, without knowing what I took /and now I just don’t buy it anymore /no, I try and I try to know everything for sure /but I find I know less as I come to know You more /You’re not who I thought You were /praise the Lord, praise the Lord /Your love’s an ocean, not a river /a symphony not just a song /I don’t think everybody’s right /I think we often get it wrong /I think that when we get to heaven /we’re gonna laugh when we can see /how hard we tried to make it /and how easy it should be /and so I just don’t buy it anymore /no, I try and I try to know everything for sure /but I find I know less as I come to know You more /You’re not who I thought You were /praise the Lord, praise the Lord /cause providence is endless /and mercy is a mystery /and fear is no good reason to believe in anything /praise the Lord (oh, my soul) /praise the Lord (oh, my soul) /