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 childs first prayer Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there Though it makes him sad to see the way we live Hell always say I forgive 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 Hell always say I forgive
forgive, always, sad, writes, decides