I cannot make a world and hold it in my hand
I cannot make the lightning flash across the land
I cannot take a piece of clay and mold it into a man
But I have a Father, I have a Father who can
Now he sits high and he looks low
And he guides my feet wherever I go
And when I don't understand him
I have a Father, I have a Father who can
I cannot make a cloud and ascend it in the sky
I cannot love humanity so much that I would die
I cannot even name the stars or count the many, many grains of sand
But I have a Father, I have a Father who can
Now he sits high and he looks low
And he guides my feet wherever I go
And when I don't understand him
I have a Father, I have a Father who can
Now he sits high and he looks low
And he guides my feet wherever I go
And when I don't understand him
I have a Father, I have a Father who can
I have a Father who can