He

He can turn the tide 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" (I forgive)

He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold
He knows every lie that you or I have told
Though it makes Him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say, "I forgive" (Yes, I forgive)