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?