[G]He can turn the [Bm]tides and calm the [C]angry [G]sea;
[Am]He alone dec[Em]ides who writes a sy[Am]mphony[B7];
[C]He lights every s[Cm]tar that makes our da[G]rkn[Bm]ess b[Em]right;
[F#]He keeps watch all t[Bm]hrough each long and lo[Am7]nely ni[D]ght;
[G]He still finds the t[Em]ime to hear a ch[Am7]ild's first pr[D]ayer;
[Am7]Saint or sinner c[D]alls and always fi[G]nds him there.
[D#]Though it makes him sad to see the wa[G]y we li[Bm]ve,
He'll always [Am7]say, "[D]I for[G]give."
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: Jos Duarte
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[Am]He alone dec[Em]ides who writes a sy[Am]mphony[B7];
[C]He lights every s[Cm]tar that makes our da[G]rkn[Bm]ess b[Em]right;
[F#]He keeps watch all t[Bm]hrough each long and lo[Am7]nely ni[D]ght;
[G]He still finds the t[Em]ime to hear a ch[Am7]ild's first pr[D]ayer;
[Am7]Saint or sinner c[D]alls and always fi[G]nds him there.
[D#]Though it makes him sad to see the wa[G]y we li[Bm]ve,
He'll always [Am7]say, "[D]I for[G]give."
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: Jos Duarte
[email protected]
