"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

Father God
You waited
Through the long hours of agony
When he was robbed even of the sense of your love, your presence,
when the sin and disease and hatred and darkness overwhelmed him so greatly
He was wounded for my transgressions

(from the Celtic Daily Prayer Good Friday Ritual Katie and I are saying together)

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