Son of Suffering

Oh the perfect Son of God
In all His innocence
Here walking in the dirt
with You and me
He knows what living is
He's acquainted with our grief
A Man of sorrows Son of suffering

Some imagine You
Are distant and removed
But You chased us down
in merciful pursuit
To the sinner You were grace
And the broken You еmbraced
And in the end thе proof is
in Your wounds
Yes in the end the proof is
in Your wounds