I cannot make a world and hold it in my handI cannot make the lightning flash across the landI cannot take a piece of clay and mold it into a manBut I have a Father, I have a Father who canNow he sits high and he looks lowAnd he guides my feet wherever I goAnd when I don't understand himI have a Father, I have a Father who canI cannot make a cloud and ascend it in the skyI cannot love humanity so much that I would dieI cannot even name the stars or count the many, many grains of sandBut I have a Father, I have a Father who canNow he sits high and he looks lowAnd he guides my feet wherever I goAnd when I don't understand himI have a Father, I have a Father who canNow he sits high and he looks lowAnd he guides my feet wherever I goAnd when I don't understand himI have a Father, I have a Father who canI have a Father who can