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