Faithful Wounds

God I’m wrestling with the waiting again, again
My impatience a disease in this cage for mice and men
They say, «boy, you better keep running,» but this pace I can’t sustain
My head knows to trust You but the heart of me is slain
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend
Faithful are the dealings of Your hand
The troubles and the trials like the gold refined in fire
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend
God these questions, they just won’t leave me alone, alone, alone
Will this crushing ever end, or is this ache now my home?
Am I a prisoner of hope, or just the warden of my pain?
My head knows to trust You but the heart of me is slain
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend
Faithful are the dealings of Your hand
The troubles and the trials like the gold refined in fire
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, mmm
Oh, oh, oh, mmm
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And faithful are the wounds of a Friend
Faithful like the tides pulled by Your hand
I’ve learned to kiss the waves that push my soul into the caves
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend