There are no words… and so my words come from the Psalms where laments make up the largest category. This lament from a portion of Psalm 142:
With my voice I cry out to the LORD;
with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint,
you know my way.
I cannot imagine the cries of those mourning the death of a loved one, and so I cry to the Lord. I cannot imagine the pleas of those fleeing from harm who were harmed anyway and so I plead to the Lord. I cannot imagine the complaints of those who toil to make the world safe but face real danger everyday and so I complain to the Lord. I cannot imagine the trouble that befalls carefree concert goers and so I tell this trouble to the Lord. My spirit is faint as I watch from hundreds of miles away. For the people of Las Vegas, I cannot imagine your lament…
Good one.