Where Would I Be

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?