He

He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea,
He alone decides who writes a symphony;
He lights ev'ry 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 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;
Though it makes Him sad to see the way we live,
He'll always say, "I forgive, I forgive."