God I'm wrestling with the waiting again, 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 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 And faithful are the wounds of a friend Faithful like the tides pulled by Your hand I've learned to piece the wage that pushed my soul into a cage Faithful are the wounds of a friend