Despised in the eyes of His Father was He,
blacklisted and abandoned, yet He suffered all of this for love of me.
The nails, the thorns, the shortness of breath,
the pointing of fingers, yet these did not bring His death.
His Father ignored Him when at last He cried out.
This wretched Abandonment was the death-dealing clout.
And yet am I here in this season of sin,
neglectful of the hell that Divine Love felt within.
My God, my God, why have I abandoned You?
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