HANGING BY A THREAD WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, GORDON KENNEDY There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you. There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up. There's a cold and darker aide of the moonlight. An' there's 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. There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you. There's 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. (INSTRUMENTAL) With you here, Jesus, I am strong; no sign of weakness. With you gone, Jesus. I am hanging by a thread. REPEAT CHORUS