He Can Turn The Tides, And Calm The Angry Sea;
He Alone Decides Who Writes A Symphony.
He Lights Every Star That Makes Our Darkness Bright,
He Keeps Watch All Through Each Long And Lonely Night.
He Still Finds The Time To Hear A Child’s First Prayer
Saint Or Sinner Call, And Always Find Him There
Though It Makes Him Sad
To See The Way We Live,
He’ll Always Say,
“I Forgive”
He Can Grant A Wish Or Make A Dream Come True,
He Can Paint The Clouds And Turn The Gray To Blue.
He Alone Knows Where To Find A Rainbow’s End,
He Alone Can See What Lies Beyond The Bend.
He Can Touch A Tree And Turn The Leaves To Gold,
He Knows Every Lie That You And I Have Told.