Faithful Wounds - Cory Asbury

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