In war's darkest hours, life persists. Everyone was once a baby, born in joy or strife. A newborn's cry, even on battle's edge, is hope's pure voice echoing. 'Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you,' declares the Lord. Each birth, a divine spark amid chaos, reflects God's enduring love, plan, a reminder of peace's promise, a call to our higher selves, a symbol of faith.

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