My God, my God, why have You forsaken
Your life for mine?
Why are You so far from helping
Your own holiness
by taking on my sins?
You magnetized crowds
with Your love
and prayers and healing touch,
only to draw sin from us –
like a magnet cast in iron
nails that tear away
Your hands.
Why would You suffer such torment
except for Love like no one knows
but You?
My God! My God,
please accept our wholly
inadequate
praise.
Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016
