Silence An absence of sound The rocks have split Upheavals have shaken The underfoot ground The sky has blackened And at last cleared The city in a festive mood It hears people raise a few cheers But still they do not see, They have not understood
Followers, disciples Huddle in a locked, darkened room Not knowing what comes next If at tomorrow, will that be too soon? Or will today be their last breath They try to comfort one another Hoping to stave off their own death As a few women in the corner Continue to weep
Prayers are raised But God is silent He has already said all He had to say It happened on the night, Of His son’s birth And at last The last day of His painful, Tortured life on this green earth
So get used to the days of silence, They serve a purpose To you, can actually be of a Deeper service Learn how to wait, trust Even when you don’t hear God’s voice See His Almighty hand closely at work For us, this could be life’s hardest choice
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