The Silent Years

In my supplanting days, full of unrighteous ways
All that my hands had received came through the ones I deceived
Fled from my father's land, into my uncle's hand
Though tender love I would find, enduring dealings remind me of
The person that I used to be

And after all these silent years
Bereft of all my heart contained
Just as an emptied jar of tears
I'm open to be filled with heavenly rain

Knowing my strength was too much, I was subdued by His touch
Odious trouble befell, pressed on to Bethel to dwell
Under the burial oak, there was my comfort revoked
Through bitter loss, life was gained, never would I be the same
Person that I used to be

And after all these silent years
Bereft of all my heart contained
Just as an emptied jar of tears
I'm open to be filled with heavenly rain

Even though signs would point to his end
Maybe perhaps I'd see him again
God only knows as much, so by his gracious touch
I would just open to Him

And after all these silent years
Bereft of all my heart contained
Just as an emptied jar of tears
I'm open to be filled with heavenly rain

And after all these silent years
Bereft of all my heart contained
Just as an emptied jar of tears
I'm open to be filled with heavenly rain