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He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea; |
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He alone decides who writes a symphony; |
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He lights every star that makes the darkness bright; |
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He keeps watch all through each long and lonely night; |
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He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer; |
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Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there. |
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Though it makes him sad to see the way we live, |
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He'll always say, "I forgive." |
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He can grant a wish or make a dream come true; |
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He can paint the clouds and turn to gray the blue; |
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He alone is there to find a rainbow's end; |
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He alone can see what lies beyond the bend; |
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He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold; |
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He knows every lie that you and I have told. |
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Though it makes him sad to see the way we liv, |
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He'll always say, "I forgive." |
