Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Silence of God

By Andrew Peterson

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

And if a man has got to listen
To the voices of the mob
Who are 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
Followers get lost
Cause we all get lost sometimes

There's a statue of Jesus
On a monastery knoll
In the hills of Kentucky
All quiet and cold
And He's kneeling in the garden
As silent as a stone
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 souls 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
In the holy, lonesome echo
Of the silence of God

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