Remember the children by God named and known. Amid harsh migration they fend on their own. They bear heavy burdens of hunger and cold, and turn to each other their strength to uphold. Remember the children who scamper and roam through blown-apart buildings that once they called home. Where rage there was vented by mortar and bomb they live out God's promise: "the weak shall be strong." Give thanks for all children, wherever they live, for all who can lead them to love and forgive. Our hopes they can nurture through trouble and strife, till night turns to morning, and love kindles life.