He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea;

He alone decides who writes a symphony;

He lights every star that makes the 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 calls and always finds 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 to gray the blue;

He alone is there 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.

Though it makes him sad to see the way we liv,

He'll always say, "I forgive."