There's no power
This world has to offer
No recognition
This world has to give
That I would not trade for
The arms of my Savior
This no ordinary man
That carries us up our mountainsNever an orphan, never without Him
Looking back now I see where His light was
Ever before me, ever behind me
Looking back now I see where His light was
Where His light was
There's no power, this world has to offer
No recognition, this world has to give
That I would not trade for, the arms of my Savior
This no ordinary man, that carried me up my mountain
Carried me up
