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