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 heaven's 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 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

Then 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

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

At the holy, lonesome echo of the silence of God