If you are wounded,
And if you're alone,
If you are angry,
If your heart is cold as stone,
If you have fallen
And if you are weak,
Then come find the worth of God
That only the suffering seek.
Come lift up your sorrows
And offer your pain;
Come make a sacrifice
Of all your shame;
There in your wilderness
He's waiting for you
To worship Him with your wounds,
For He's wounded too.
He has not stuttered,
And He has not lied
When He said, "Come unto Me,
You're not disqualified"
When you're heavy laden,
You may want to depart,
But those who know sorrow;
They're closest to His heart.
Come lift up your sorrows
And offer your pain;
Come make a sacrifice
Of all your shame;
There in your wilderness
He's waiting for you
To worship Him with your wounds,
For He's wounded too.
In this most holy place;
He's made a sacred space
For those who will enter in
And trust to cry out to Him;
And you'll find no curtain there,
No reason left for fear;
There's perfect freedom here
To weep every unwept tear.
Come lift up your sorrows
And offer your pain;
Come make a sacrifice
Of all your shame;
There in your wilderness
He's waiting for you
To worship Him with your wounds,
For He's wounded too.
Come lift up your sorrows
And offer your pain;
Come make a sacrifice
Of all your shame;
There in your wilderness
He's waiting for you
To worship Him with your wounds,
For He's wounded too.
Worship Him with your wounds,
For He's wounded too.
Come worship Him with your wounds,
For He's wounded too.