Correction Paroles Faithful Wounds par Cory Asbury

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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
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, 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

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