We all have known someone

Whose life has come undone

But careful lest you fall

For help you will call



The Word was my desire

To calm the raging fire

Within me burning

And solace I did find

My wounds He did bind



The trials were sent in love

To make me rise above

And like the prodigal son

Thy will be done



It's been some years I fear

Since I to Him drew near

I feel no pain inside



The trials were sent in love

To make me rise above

And like the prodigal son

Thy will be done



Will I ever fell Your love again

And is this empty heart something you'll mend

Carry the wounded

Can my mind and will on you depend

Or will I fade into oblivion

Carry the wounded, carry the wounded

You are the lost sheep I long to find

My love for you the unconditional kind

Carry the wounded

The plans I have for you are not to harm

But you must listen, this is your alarm