It'll break a man's faith
It's enough to make him wonder
If he's ever been sane
When he's bleating for comfort
From Thy staff and Thy rod
And the heavens only answer
Is the silence of God
It'll shake a man's timbers
When he loses his heart
When he has to remember
What broke him apart
This yoke may be easy
But this burden is not
When the crying fields are frozen
By the silence of God
But when you have to listen
To the voices of the mob
Who were reeling in the throes
Of all the happiness they've got
When they tell you all their troubles
Have been nailed up to that cross
But what about the times
When even the followers get lost?
Cause we all get lost sometimes
There's a statue of Jesus
In a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky
All quiet and cold
He's kneeling in the garden
As silent as a stone
And all His friends are sleeping
And He's weeping all alone
And the Man of all sorrows
He never forgot
What sorrow is carried
By the hearts that He bought
So when the questions dissolve
Into the silence of God
The aching may remain
But the breaking does not
The aching may remain
But the breaking does not
At the holy lonesome echo
Of the silence of God
It'll drive a man crazy It'll break a man's faith It's enough to make him wonder If he's ever been sane When he's bleating for comfort From Thy staff and Thy rod And the heavens only answer Is the silence of God It'll shake a man's timbers When he loses his heart When he has to remember What broke him apart This yoke may be easy But this burden is not When the crying fields are frozen By the silence of God But when you have to listen To the voices of the mob Who were reeling in the throes Of all the happiness they've got When they tell you all their troubles Have been nailed up to that cross But what about the times When even the followers get lost? Cause we all get lost sometimes There's a statue of Jesus In a monastery knoll In the hills of Kentucky All quiet and cold He's kneeling in the garden As silent as a stone And all His friends are sleeping And He's weeping all alone And the Man of all sorrows He never forgot What sorrow is carried By the hearts that He bought So when the questions dissolve Into the silence of God The aching may remain But the breaking does not The aching may remain But the breaking does not At the holy lonesome echo Of the silence of God Explain Request ×
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