It's enough to 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 bleeding for comfort,
from Thy staff and Thy rod,
and the Heaven's only answer is the silence of God

and 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 thros of all the happiness they've got,
when they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to that cross,
what about the times when even followers get lost?
cuz we all get lost sometimes

there's a statue of Jesus in monastary 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,
in the holy lonesome echo,
of the silence of God.

- The Silence of God, Andrew Peterson