Faithful Wounds

Verse 1

God I’m wrestling with the waiting 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

Chorus 1

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

Verse 2

God these questions they just won’t leave me 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

Chorus 2

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