God I am wrestling with the wounds, again My impatience a disease in this cage for mice and men They say "Boy you better keep running" but this pace I can not 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 refining fire Faithful are the wounds of a friend God these questions, that just will not leave me alone Will this crushing ever end Or is this ache now my home Am I a prisoner of hope? But just the warden of my pain When 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 refining 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 have learned to piece the wage that pushed my soul into a cage Faithful are the wounds of a friend