He can turn the tides 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 each long and lonely night He still finds the time To hear a child's first prayer Saint or sinner, come, and always find Him there Oh, it makes Him sad to see the way we live He'll always say, "I forgive" He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer Saint or sinner, come, and always find Him there No, it makes Him sad To see the way we live He'll always say, "I forgive" He forgives