The path you're on bends just ahead
You fear the night and cold and dread
The loneliness and terror that
The dark will bring you
You question faith and Who is good
The promises you one time proved
Seem fairy tales and childish dreams
Of hopes that haunt you
You thought Him kind, but far too soon
Where you were strong He left deep wounds
And scars and hurts enough to kill
The faith within you
You fail to see what He intends
By tearing wounds so He can cleanse
Away what you hold closest to
The heart inside of you
But, friend, could I speak
A word to your wounds
He will not break
Beyond what can be used
The places where
You once were wronged
Will be restored
Will be made strong
The weakest reed He soon will mend
The flickering wick will blaze again
And you will know Him
Oh, you will know Him
For Who He is
You don't expect for Him to come
Remove the shards and pour the Balm
Of Gilead, the tonic to
The bane within you
But even now I see Him lean
Over your lifeless form and weep
And wound to wound He lays His own
Red stripes upon you
As healing rushes, rises high
Life quickens hope that death held tight
And breath returns to lungs that long
Were still within you
And eyes, once dark and empty, peer
Into the Eyes of One Whose tears
Have cleansed their own, removing all
That once had blinded you
But, friend, could I speak
A word to your wounds
Jesus will not break
Beyond what can be used
The places where
You once were wronged
Will be restored
Will be made strong
The weakest reed He soon will mend
The flickering wick will blaze again
And you will know Him
Oh, you will know Him
For Who He is
The weakest reed He soon will mend
The flickering wick will blaze again
And you will know Him
Oh, you will know Him
For Who He is
