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!