We learn the list of miracles
That 36 are known
We learn all the disciples’ names
Like Peter, James, and John
We learn all the Spirit’s titles
Comforter and Holy Ghost…
We learn the rules, the dos and don’ts
Avoid this-do this most

Yes, we know the facts and figures
The mathematics, book by book
All the scientific evidence
For which we’re made to look
We can read all those Old English words
And never blink an eye
We’ve got theology, philosophy
On which we base our pride

Forget the statistics!
This ain’t about some record log
It’s time we fall to our knees
Leave the figuring to God
His love is not a figure
Made up of numbers and straight lines
We can’t lock Him up inside a box
The “I AM” won’t be defined
Can’t know everything
So, why has this pursuit of genius
Become our shtick?
Our salvation’s become
Salvation’s become
Just one more statistic.

We’re surprised when we get thirsty
This masquerade sure makes us tired
We turn to our knowledge to be refreshed
Then, we find the well is dry
We thought our search for deeper meanings
Would make us satisfied
But, all that’s left is emptiness
Suffocated stoic-have I died?

Yes, we know the facts and figures
The mathematics, book by book
All the scientific evidence
For which we’re made to look
We can read all those Old English words
And never blink an eye
But if theology means nothing to us
It’s practically a lie

Forget the statistics!
This ain’t about some record log
It’s time we fall to our knees
Leave the figuring to God
His love is not a figure
Made up of numbers and straight lines
We can’t lock Him up inside a box
The “I AM” won’t be defined
Can’t know everything
So, why has this pursuit of genius
Become our shtick?
Our salvation’s become
Even salvation’s become
Another statistic.