He can turn the tides He calms 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 call and always find Him there And though it makes Him sad to see the way we live He'll always say, "I forgive". That’s why I believe above a storm the smallest prayer can still be heard I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word And every time I hear a new born baby cry, Or touch a leaf or see the sky Then I know why, I believe