My God My God, Why have you forsaken me? How many times have I asked this very thing. Sometimes at moments of injustice I find myself asking, God where the heck are you. It turns out I'm not the first. God himself, incarnate as the man Jesus asked the very same thing at the world's greatest moment of injustice. Ps 44:24 - Why do you hide Your face and forget our affliction and our oppression? David asked the same question. Why does it seem like when injustice is abounding, God feels so far away. When some preachers/priests are wrecking lives, where was God? When the religious puritans were murdering Native Americans, where was God? I think he was bleeding for us. He was bleeding for me, the Natives, the puritans, the protestants, the catholics, the Muslims and the preachers/priests.
To hear these words of agony we know the suffering Jesus must have felt in this moment. It's not recorded what the father cried, I bet it would be too painful to hear.