Never Forsaken

I heard these lines from a poem from Elizabeth Barret Browning in a sermon by D.A. Carson on the ironies of the cross. They have led to great reflection on the security that we have in Christ. 

"Yea, once Immanuel's orphaned cry this universe has shaken.
It went up single, echoless, 'My God! I am forsaken!'
It went up from the Holy's lips amidst His lost creation,
That of the lost, no son should use these words of desolation."

He has said that He will never leave us nor forsake us. Blessed assurance!