Dangling While Needing to be Held

Time for some Michael Card . . . I LOVE THIS MAN’S SOUL!

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

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.

-sung by Michael Card/ “The Silence of God” from the Hidden Face of God album

This blog post is part of a series of writing (May 31-June 2012) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland about holding on and letting go.   tbergland.blogspot.com