When the Light fades from day And blurry becomes the way. When the waters rise And the rivers flow Lord, why.
How long will You look on? I have sought You Lord, I have listened for Your voice By day I cry and find no answer, By night my heart is weary, I find no rest. My God, my Father, why have You forsaken me? Yet, You are Holy…You are good But again where am I now? & where is thou?
Through valleys & seas, turmoil & soft breeze I hear only the wind, and only heaviness accompanies me. Where now is Your Light, which once seemed so Holy & bright? Your ways are higher ways, but why are they endless ways? Why do they always twist & turn, Is it brightness making them burn? And knowing this You sigh … ‘Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest - For on that cross, I share your cry … My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?’
Psalm 22 My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? … Yet You are Holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. … I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; … For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet - I can count all my bones - they stare and gloat over me; they divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots. … Save me from the mouth of the lion! You have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen! … The afflicted shall eat and be satisfied; those who seek Him shall praise the LORD! … before Him shall bow all who go down to the dust, even the one who could not keep himself alive. Posterity shall serve Him; it shall be told of the Lord to the coming generation; they shall come and proclaim His righteousness to a people yet unborn, that He has done it.