Faithful Wounds (Spontaneous) [Live]

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 at 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, alonе Will this crushing ever end, or is this achе 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, yeah 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 [Bridge] 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