From A. Peterson....

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
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Tonight, I've got no words of my own to add.