Jesus, G O D, did you have to go
To c a l v a r y to die,
“My God, My GOD! You have forsaken Me!”
And did He n o t thus cry?
Broken in spirit, forsaken by all!
By h-e-a-v-e-n forsaken besides!
“Why hast thou?” Your s i l e n c e contends
Does no one hear My cries?
Y e s, my mother and one disciple
With Mary, of Magdala,
Those tender tears and broken hearts.
Other disciples? Far?
Yes, off to Galilee, a fishing,
And have you caught anything?
This p a i n! Excruciating the pain!
So try the other side–
Of the boat, oh certain. Where they are
Oh, the p-a-i-n! Why, oh why
F-a-t-h-e-r God, must I contend?
T h i s cross alone? My cry!
My human cry! Can not you hear it?
Has all c-a-r-i-n-g departed?
Your s-i-l-e-n-c-e, does it forecast displeasure?
Please, w-h-e-r-e have we parted?
Forgive! Did we share tender moments?
I grieved for Judas, you know.
Son of perdition, did he have to be?
But s-u-i-c-i-d-e? Oh, w h y so?
Soul, now in that t e r r i b l e place,
T o r t u r e! Why must this be?
My children, am I Your child, still?
But b i t of humanity!
P a i n! Now, I thirst, all dried out!
Harder to take b r e a t h!
Oh, may I n o w “Give up the ghost”?
I am l o n g i n g for death!
Now His words, a t i m e:
“I go to prepare a p l a c e.”
Sure, we truly follow You now!
We are drawn there by your Grace!
The Sam’l 10.20.11