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-a psalm of the lord

My son, my son, why have you forsaken me?
Why do you refuse my love when you weep

In the day, open are my arms but you turn away
In the night, you suffer in silence without release

Why must I watch you, crushed by the weight of your sins
Do you love them more than me, that you refuse my forgiveness

Be not a worm, a reproach, and despised
let them not scorn you and shake their heads

Come into my arms, allow me to rescue you, to deliver you
It was I who took you out of the womb, entrusting you to your mothers breast

Be not far from me, preferring the lions over me
stand not alone to face your troubles
let my love, not the bulls, surround you

My heart weeps to at the sight of you
poured out like water, bones out of joint
your heart like ice, broken and melting inside you

Must I watch your sins devour you
like a lion at your hands and feet
casting lots for your soul

My son, My son, why do you refuse me
Let me save you from the lions mouth

Let me declare thy name unto my children
In the midst of your congregation will I praise thee

Why do you fear your father
preferring your sin to my love

standing instead with the demons who slay you
night after night

Father, My Father, do I forsake you
do I deny your love

I am ashamed
I am scared

my hands are stained with blood
my soul is scarred with sin

a worm deserves not
to be scorned and despised
as I do

I will not be rescued, nor delivered
not by your hand, nor my mothers

I have had your love and prefer the lions
Their teeth cause lesser wounds

let my bones be disjointed
let my heart be shattered

my sins are all I have left
my joy is denied me

let them devour me
let them have my soul
I do not want it anymore

it was my eyes through which you saw her
my heart which shed your tears

let the mouth of the lion rend me
and feast upon my innards

I want not glory nor praise
neither your love nor forgiveness
but only your merciless justice

I fear only your love