I cannot make a world and hold it in my hands
I cannot make the lightening flash across the land
I cannot take a piece of clay and mold it into man
But I have a father, I have a father who can.
Now he sits high and looks low and guides my feet where ever I go.
When I don't understand I have a father, I have a father who can
I cannot make a cloud and ascend it in the ski
I cannot love humanity so much that I would dye
I cannot even name the stars or count the many grains of sand
Oh, but I have a father, a heavenly father who can
Now he sits high and looks low and guides my feet where ever I go.
When I don't understand I have a father, I have a father who can
Now he sits high and looks low and guides my feet where ever I go.
When I don't understand I have a father, I have a father
I have a father, I have a father who can