^GHe can turn the ^Bmtides and calm the ^Cangry ^Gsea; ^AmHe alone^Em decides^Am who w^B7rites a symphony; ^CHe lig^Cmhts every st^Gar ^Bmthat ^Emmakes our darkness bright; ^F#He keeps w^Bmatch all th^Am7rough e^Dach long and lonely night;

^GHe still ^Emfinds the ^Am7time to hear a^D child's first prayer; ^Am7Saint or^D sinner ^Gcalls and always finds him there. ^D#Though it makes^G him sa^Bmd to see the way we live, He'll always ^Am7say, &^Dquot;^GI forgive."

He can grant a wish or make a dream come true; He can paint the clouds and turn to gray the blue; He alone knows where to find a 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." by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com

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