He chords

[Bb]He can turn t[Dm]he tide and c[Ab]alm t[Bb]he angry sea,
[Cm]He alone [Gm]decides who wr[Cm]ites [D7]a symphony,
[Eb]He lights ev[Ebm]'ry star that ma[Bb]kes[F] our[Gm] darkness bright,
[A]He keeps watch a[Dm]ll through each lo[Cm]ng a[F]nd lonely night.
[Bb]He still finds[Gm] the time t[Eb]o hear a c[Cm]hild's first pray'r.
[F]Saints and sinners call [Bb]and always find Him there.
[G]Though it makes hi[Eb]m sad to se[Bb]e the [Bm]way we live.
He'll alway[Cm]s s[F]ay, "[Bb]I forgi[F]ve."

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[Bb]He can grant[Dm] a wish or ma[Ab]ke a dream[Bb] come true,
[Cm]He can paint [Gm]the clouds and [Cm]turn [D7]the gray to blue,
[Eb]He alone knows[Ebm] where to fin[Bb]d t[F]he ra[Gm]inbow's end,
[A]He alone ca[Dm]n see what l[Cm]ies bey[F]ond the bend.
[Bb]He can touch[Gm] a tree and t[Eb]urn the [Cm]leaves to gold.
[F]He knows ev'ry lie that yo[Bb]u and I have told.
[G]Though it makes hi[Eb]m sad to se[Bb]e the [Bm]way we live.
He'll alway[Cm]s s[F]ay, "[Bb]I forg[Cm]ive[F] ." [Bb]