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 been sane 
When he's bleating for comfort 
From Thy staff and Thy rod 
And the heavens' 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 
And this yoke may be easy 
But this burden is not 
And the crying fields are frozen 
By the silence of God 

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 
What about the times when even 
Followers get lost 
'Cause we all get lost sometimes 

There's a statue of Jesus 
On a monestary knoll 
In the hills of Kentucky 
All quiet and cold 
And He's kneeling in the garden 
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 the breaking does not 
The aching may remain 
But the the breaking does not 
In the holy, lonesome echo 
Of the silence of God