MY GOD! MY GOD!
Why have you forsaken me?
Why must I hang here all alone?
We walked as one in perfect light
So why this banishment from sight?
MY GOD! MY GOD!
The crushing blow of death is near
The weight of sin tears me apart
I am a worm! Hell cries my shame!
The curse I bear is Satan’s blame.
MY GOD! MY GOD!
The mocking throngs surround me
The gaping wounds pour out their blood
So when your wrath for sin is paid
Redemption's plan will then be made.
MY GOD! MY GOD!
The victor's shout will soon be heard
The serpent’s head will then be crushed
So out of death when I arise
A ransomed bride will be the prize!
--B. Pent
