My God, My God
By Fredrick P. Schott, 1984
Pro Art Publications
R.†††††††† My God, My God! Why have you abandoned me!
All day long I call to you, and yet you answer not a word.
All night I cry for your relief, but still my grief remains unheard.
You brought me from my motherís womb when first I saw the light of day.
You held me safe, and secure, more than the breasts on which I lay.
I am like water pouring out, and all my bones are racked with pain.
Now they have pierced my hands and feet, I can number all my bones!