I could've been nothingness
I could've been a thought
I could've been a cloud of gas
I could've been a rock
But thank you, God, for making me for real
I could've been a grassy hill
I could've been a stone
I could've been, I could've been a daffodil
But you made me flesh and bone
So thank you, God, for teaching me to feel
I tend to complain about my curse, but the truth is, it could always be worse
So, thank you, God, for making me what I am
If I fall, I can tall again stand
I tip up my head as if I were drinking life
Oh, thank you, God, for making me what I am
This is, this what I am, what I am
I could've swam in the rivers
I could've floated in the seas
I could've nested in the willow tree
I could've floated on the breeze
But thank you, God, for putting me on land
I could've used my wings to fly
Oh, I could've walked on all fours
I could've been, I could've been a beast of the field
But I'm opening the doors
So thank you, God, for giving me these hands
And, thank you, God, for making me what I am
If I fall, I can tall again stand
I tip up my head as if I were drinking life
Oh, thank you, God, for making me what I am
For making me what I am, thank you