My God! My God!
Why have you forsaken me?
Why must I bare it alone?
And now, your face in darkness hides
My broken heart I lift to you.
My God! My God!
The agony of death is near.
The mocking throngs surround.
I am a worm, the man of sorrows
My nail-pierced hands I raise to you.
My God! My God!
This cup of death I'm drinking
My strength is drained within.
But if your wrath for sin is quelled
My precious blood I offer you.
My God! My God!
I lay me in the dust of death.
The weight of sin has bound me
But if the Serpent's head be crushed,
A ransomed Church will praise you.
--B. Pent
1 comment:
I like this one, Dad. I like how you go a little bit into describing the agony the few words we have of Jesus' prayer portray.
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