Текст песни Faithful Wounds

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 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 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 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