Why have You forsaken me, Lord, why so far from me
Why have You forsaken me, Lord, why so far from me
I cry till my throat is empty, still no answer comes to me

How long, Lord
How long

Still I’m holding on
Still I’m holding on

They cast their lots for my clothes, they play their game
They cast their lots for my clothes, leave me in shame
But You, my God, always know my name

You were there, Lord
You were there

Still I’m holding on
Still I’m holding on

Now the poor will eat and live, lift their eyes and see
Now the poor will eat and live, hearts finally free
I stand up in the great assembly, tell what You’ve done for me

Sing it now
Sing it true

I will sing Your praises
I will sing Your praises

(Singing the blues with Psalm double-twos)