Monday, December 28, 2015

There Is A Silence - Unplugged Version


adapted from the writing of Frederick Buechner

Missing something we can't even seem to name
we long for what never seems to come
deep and hollow, emptiness takes its place
we pray for what never seems to come

Before a word is spoken, there's a silence
speaking when we don't know what to say
its echo grows and thunders from inside of us
the song itself, the very gift of grace

never seem to shake this restless feeling
reaching for what we never seem to touch
our prayers bounce and echo off the ceiling
we reach for hands we never seem to touch

Before a word is spoken, there's a silence
speaking when we don't know what to say
its echo grows and thunders from inside of us
the song itself, the very gift of grace