Besedila: Tree63. Sunday. Almighty Silence.

Silence creeps over me slowly like winter
A thorn in my flesh, a Divine wound, a splinter
I still love you so, night and day
I sometimes just have nothing to say

Sorrow falls on me like evening, but I believe
Tomorrow I will wake rejoicing, for you will wipe my tears away

I long for the stillness of God, heavn?ly silence
But I don?t know what to do with myself when I find it
Should I fill the space with my voice?
Or should I close my mouth and rejoice??

Sorrow?

Night and day and every season
Lord of all, you owe me no reasons
Day or night, help me to sing:
?Thank you Lord, thank you Lord, thank you??

I still love you so, night and day
I sometimes just have so much to say