If you are wounded,

if you are alone,

If you are angry,

if your heart is cold as stone,

If you have fallen

And if you are weak,

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.



(bridge) In this most Holy Place

He's made a sacred space

For those who will enter in

And trust to cry out to Him;

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.

To worship Him with your wounds,

For He's wounded too.

Come worship Him with your wounds,

For He's wounded too.