We all have known someone Whose life has come undone But be 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 feel 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 arlarm.