"My God, my God. . .
Why have you loosened Me from You?
Why are You far from yeshua-ing [saving] Me?
Do You not hear the words of My roaring?"
The man of God sings the ancient words
In that moment the cup is drunk
and slammed down,
outer garments stripped,
the table turned. . .
. . .darkness descends.
A child's inconsolable cry goes up
in fear, sobs shaking breath—
The whip cracks and the cry intensifies,
The nails pound through our ears:
Clank! Clank! Clink!
It is all happening so fast
I can't think—
And still the child weeps,
his tears run down my cheeks. . .
. . . I, too, am a child this dark night.
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