Оригинален текст
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?
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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?