My Suffering, Your Suffering: Good Friday 2016

Where have you gone, my Lord?
Don't you hear me in dischord
hoping to hear your voice?
Some peace and I'll rejoice.

No. My heart sinks like stone
and I'm sick to my bones.
Do I suffer in vain?
Can you hear my soul strain?

You show me your stained brow,
crested with my mocking crown.
You let me dig the thorns in tight;
I cheered with scoffers at the sight.

Why lay down your life on that tree?
Why endure such hostility?
I'm vile: dirt before holy eyes!
There must be a reason for your demise...