A brutalized young man in the deep darkness outside Herod’s and Pilate’s Jerusalem one Friday afternoon long ago … sang this very song, cried out its awful question: “My God, my God, why? Why have even you forsaken me?”
A brutalized young man in the deep darkness outside Herod’s and Pilate’s Jerusalem one Friday afternoon long ago … sang this very song, cried out its awful question: “My God, my God, why? Why have even you forsaken me?”