My heart exposed

I want to write something, but I'm having a hard time organizing my thoughts. So forgive me if I ramble.
I want to write to the children. The children who tonight have met our Lord. I cannot imagine the horrors you saw with your last blink. The fear that you felt. The confusion. As a mother my heart is overwhelmed with such an ache for you. I have prayed and cried, and prayed again. You had no idea that this world was even capable of such tragedy. Your innocent soul could not have been ready for the events that you endured. But rest assured, you will not go unnoticed. You will not be forgotten. You will forever remain in the hearts of America. You are the heart of America. Parents and children all over the world will absorb into each other tonight, in your honor. And Heaven will embrace you as you begin your new life, your everlasting life, as princes and princesses with your Father, The King.
I want to write to the parents, but the words are not there. I want to hug you. I want to love you. I hurt for you. Words can do nothing to express the loss that you should never have to experience. The only words I can offer you is my prayer.

Father God I am on my knees. I pray for a blanket of comfort for this town, this community, these families. God I know that the pain that is circling these people has a name. And I pray that you squash him like the bug he is. I pray that mothers would fall into your arms, and lean on you for the strength to carry on. God please be there for the ones that don't know you. I pray that your voice would be so loud in their lives, that hearts would be softened. I pray for wisdom for the police officers, investigators, and doctors. That answers would be provided for these families, these parents.
Father please be with the surviving children. Provide them with an army of counselors and loving people that can help them deal with the things they have witnessed, the things they have survived. I pray that you would cover the finances of the families. Thank you God. In your precious name I pray these things. Amen.

Psalm 10:14 But you, O God, do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper of the fatherless.

Be Blessed.