When God chose your kind as the object of his love, I was the first in all of heaven to bow down before you. My love and my hope for mankind hasn’t lessened yet. But I have watched you trample that gift. I’ve watched you kill each other over race and greed. Waging war over dust, rubble and words in old books. And yet in this midst of all this darkness, I see some people who will not be bowed. I see some people who will not give up. Even when they know all hope is lost. Some people, who realize that being lost is so close to being found.