by Andrew Peterson
This is for everyone who has ever waited for that answer and only got silence. It is especially for my precious orange-headed best-friend.
"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 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
And 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
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
And He's kneeling in the garden, as silent as a Stone
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"
2 comments:
I'm still in my pajamas, but wanted to let you know that I am glad God put us together. Thanks for being such a precious friend.
I read this on your site a right after you posted it. My mother has been ill and waiting on death's door since 11-20-07 with advanced Alzheimer's Disease and an elderly body riddled with cancer. She was on Home Hospice and had slipped into a coma on March 24th after a very long week of talking with deceased loved ones calling her home and short periods of being lucid combined with many hours of sleeping. On March 31, 2008, shortly after before 10 am, I leaned over her bed to kiss and whisper in her ear "I love you", then sat in the chair next to her bed and finished watching a TV program I'd been watching. When the show ended about 10 minutes later, I again leaned to kiss her and tell her I loved her and she'd slipped away quietly. Later in the day, after the nurse cleaned her face and combed her hair and taken away all the emcumberments of the sick for the family to say "goodbye", my father, one of my brothers and I broke off into different corners of the house to begin our own grieving processes, each being very thankful for our faith and for my mother's foresight several years ago that a service of any sort would be too hard for my father and her children. I remembered this song on your site. I must admit that I listened to it over and over, then went to YouTube to copy the html and embed it into my small announcement on my own blog, then sent my blog address to all our friends and family to announce my mother had gone home.
Through your site, and some of the music I've listened to previously in addition to "The Silence of God", I and finding some peace in my mother's passing over. I just wanted to thank you for sharing your insights and tell you there are strangers you have touched.
In Light....
Ms. B.J. Boyd
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