HANGING BY A THREAD
WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, GORDON KENNEDY
ThereÔÇÖs a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
ThereÔÇÖs a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
ThereÔÇÖs a cold and darker aide of the moonlight.
AnÔÇÖ thereÔÇÖs a lonely aide of love.
With you here. Jesus, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, Jesus, I am hanging by a thread.
ThereÔÇÖs a certain kind of pain that can numb you.
ThereÔÇÖs a type of freedom that can tie you down.
Sometimes the unexplained can define you,
And sometimes, silence is the only sound.
With you here, Jesus, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone. Jesus, I am hanging by a thread.
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With you here, Jesus, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, Jesus. I am hanging by a thread.
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