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