What kind of God can make the morsels of snow, fall from a gray sky It's no wonder how he can do, every little thing he does for me If it hadn?t been for you, where would I be?
Chorus: I?d be at the bottom when you told me there?s a place at the table for kings If it hadn?t been for you, where would I be?
What kind of God can take my fragile and wounded heart If it hadn?t been for you, where would I be?