4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We keep shrinkin’ down the holy,
Tie it up in a ribbon, call it “done.”
Build a little package for the mystery,
Actin’ like the Gospel’s measured, one-by-one.
Five-point flowers on the dashboard,
And we swear that’s all we need to know
But truth is bigger than our outlines,
And God keeps breakin’ out of every mold.
[Pre-Chorus]
We grow older, we see clearer,
Grace gets louder in the mirror…
Yeah, we’re broken, but we’re learnin’,
And the Word keeps burnin’, burnin’
[Chorus]
Stop puttin’ God in a box!
He’s bigger than your rules and your locks.
You can stack your creeds from floor to the top
Still won’t hold the Lord of the cross!
Stop drawin’ lines in the sand
Sayin’ who’s “in” and who ain’t one of your clan.
Truth’s not trapped by the minds of men
Stop puttin’ God in a box again!
[Verse 2]
Some folks build their faith with judgments,
Sortin’ people like files in a drawer.
“If you don’t fit inside my circle,
Well then you’re not welcome anymore.”
But Scripture calls us to the fullness,
More than doctrines we memorize
It calls for mercy, joy, and patience,
And hearts transformed before our eyes.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, we stumble, but we’re changin’,
Love and kindness rearrangin’
Grace is wider than we’re claimin’,
And God keeps breakin’, breakin’
[Chorus]
Stop puttin’ God in a box!
He’s bigger than your rules and your locks.
You can stack your creeds from floor to the top
Still won’t hold the Lord of the cross!
Stop drawin’ lines in the sand
Sayin’ who’s “in” and who ain’t one of your clan.
Truth’s not trapped by the minds of men
Stop puttin’ God in a box again!
[Bridge]
Break the walls, tear ‘em down,
Let the Word be the judge all around.
Stop livin’ like you’ve already learned it
Heaven knows we’re barely scratchin’ the surface.
Open hearts, open hands
Let His wisdom wreck all your plans.
We ain’t growin’ stuck in our locks
God was never meant for a box!
[Final Chorus]
Stop puttin’ God in a box!
He’s bigger than your charts and your talks.
Every time we try to pin Him down
He breaks loose and shakes the ground!
Stop buildin’ fences and clans
Let His truth rewrite everything you’ve planned.
Grace can’t fit in our little plots
Stop puttin’ God in a box!
Stop puttin’ God in a box again!
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