“The plight of a child is not of his making,
is not of his seeking,
is not of his deserving.
The plight of a child calls for alms of rescue,
calls for arms of rescue,
calls for the presence of a loving heart.
The plight of a child can mark a life,
can mar a life,
can set in motion a course of action.
The plight of a child rewards the upholder of his dignity,
rewards his entrance into a place of honour,
rewards the elimination of the cause.
The plight of a child seats each at the mercy seat of God,
seats such upon a knee accustomed to their presence,
seats such within the earshot of a call for help.
The plight of a child is urgent in the need,
is urgent in the sheltering,
is urgent in the presenting of an empty bowl,
is urgent in the finding of a source of love.
The plight of a child requires rescuing from violence,
requires dressing for the weather,
requires supervision at a table.
Blessed are those who alleviate the plight of a child.
Blessed are those who forestall the plight of a child.
Blessed are those who address the plight of a child.
Woe to all who bring to pass the plight of a child.
Woe to all who abandon,
all who mistreat,
all who fail to care,
all who have hearts of selfishness,
all who have inflicted plight upon a child,
all who have ample yet will not share,
yet will not succour,
yet will not support the sanctity of life.
Woe on woe to all who would follow in My footsteps –
yet pass over to the other side with their head averted.
Woe on woe to all who would not assist a child into his destiny with God,
for such reserve themselves a destiny which will not be to their liking,
for such will share responsibility for what that child becomes,
for such cannot disown what they profess yet do not do.”