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, Lord, 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, Lord, the dealings of Your hand

The troubles and the trials like the gold refined in fire

Faithful are the wounds of a Friend

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