To Love a Fool cover

Faithful Wounds Paroles

Cory Asbury

Album To Love a Fool

Paroles de Faithful Wounds

God I'm wrestling with the way then again, again
I am patience, a disease, in this cage from mice and men
They say "Boy you better keep running" but this place I can't sustain
But 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 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? 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

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, mmm
Oh, oh, oh, mmm
Oh, oh, oh 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