He can turn the tides
He calms the angry sea
He, he alone decides who writes a symphony
He lights every star and make our darkness bright
And he, keeps watch all through each long and lonely...
...every log and lonely night

And he still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer
Saint or sinner call ..mm-mmm
And always find Him there

And though... it makes Him sad...
...to see the way we live
He'll always say that I forgive
I forgive, Oh

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, Then I know why
I believe
I believe
I believe
I know, I know, I believe
I believe....