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 the long and lonely night.

He still finds a way to hear a child's first prayer.

Saints or sinners' call can 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, and make our dreams 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 every lie that you and I have told

Though it makes him sad to see the way we live

He'll always say - “I forgive.”