He

He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea,
He alone decides who writes the symphony,
He lights ev'ry star that makes our darkness bright,
He keeps watch all thro' 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,
Tho' 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 the 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 ev'ry lie that you and I have told,
Tho' it makes Him sad to see the way we live,
Hell always say, "I forgive"

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