Lord God, Jesus cried out to you on the cross, “Why have you forsaken me?” You seemed so far from his cry And from his distress.
Those who stood at the foot of the cross Wondered where you were, As they saw Jesus mocked and shamed and killed. Where were you then?
Lord God, We, too, ask where you are, When there is trouble and suffering and death, And we cry out to you for help.
Be near to us, and save us So that we may praise you for your deliverance.
Lord God, We wait, on Friday, for the resurrection of Sunday And sometimes our lives seem a succession of Fridays And we cannot see what is “Good.”
Teach us to call your name As Jesus did. Make us to trust in you like little children. In Jesus’ name,