Hidden tears

Psalms 40
¹¹ Do not withhold Your tender mercies from me, O LORD;
Let Your lovingkindness and Your truth continually preserve me.
¹² For innumerable evils have surrounded me;
My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up;
They are more than the hairs of my head;
Therefore my heart fails me.
¹³ Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me;
O LORD, make haste to help me!

Dear God,

What letters shall I write before You? When the innocent perish and rage grows triumphant. How my heart stings when I imagine the carnage unfolding. Am I to be like Job? Where has Your great promises of protection and safety faded to? Lord, how bitter now is this heart of mine? How bitter more will it become? God, why do You draw the innocent into this? Am I not much more a worthy victim? Lord, your servants cry and yet do you listen. Where's that mighty outstretched arm? Your promise of being a tower to the weak? My Lord, make haste and be not far from me. Be not far from me dear God.