High noon

High noon in the valley of the shadow

When the deep of the valley was bright

When the mouth of the tomb shouted,

"Glory, the groom is alive"

So long, you wages of sin go on,

Don't you come back again

I've been raised and redeemed;

You've lost all your sting

To the victor of the battle at

High noon in the valley

In the valley of the shadow

And the demons, they danced in the darkness

When that last ragged breath left his lungs

And they reveled and howled

At the war that they thought they had won
But then, in the dark of the grave

The stone rolled away

In the still of the dawn on the greatest of days

High noon in the valley of the shadow

When the shadows were shot through with light

When Jesus took in that breath

And shattered all death with his life

Be gone, you wages of sinGo on,

don't you come back again

I've been raised and redeemed

You've lost all your sting

To the victor of the battle

High noon in the valley of the shadow

Let the people rejoice

Let the heavens resound

Let the name of Jesus, who sought us

And freed us forever ring out

All praise to the fighter of the night

Who rides on the light

Whose gun is the grace of the God of the sky

High noon in the valley of the shadow

When the shadows were shot through with light

When the mouth of the tomb

Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive"

Be gone, you wages of sin

Go on, don't you come back again

I've been raised and redeemed

All praise to the king

The victor of the battle

High noon in the valley

In the valley of the shadow

The silence of God

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