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