“Be not far from me, for trouble is near, and there is none to help.”
I keep asking, crying, “Why?”
Why do I keep finding my face soaked with tears?
Why does a normal day have me running to Psalm 22?
Why do You require of me more than I am able to give?
“For He has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted;
Nor has He hidden His face from him; But when he cried to Him for help, He heard.