And there was darkness, from the sixth to the ninth hour... (Mark 15:33)

		One Friday
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani
My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?
From the God-man's tortur'd throat
Comes the heart-wrenching cry.

The ultimate sacrifice
The ultimate pain
Torn apart from the Father		You turned away --
The cry sounds in vain			Dark ruled the day
					But from a tree on a hill
The complete separation			I call to you still.
Of man from God,
For the sake of a nation,		You had already gone
It was all in the plan.			None left to rest my weary head upon
					Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani
The God-man's voice cracked		My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?
By the pain of the cry			.
Eloi, Eloi -- My God, my God...		.
He who was always there.		.
Lama sabachthani			.
Why hast Thou forsaken me?		.
As the sin of the world			.
Became mine to bear			Tetelestai!

--The Wandering Bard--