“Can a mother forget the infant at her breast,walk away from the baby she bore?But even if mothers forget,I’d never forget you—never.Look, I’ve written your names on the backs of my hands.The walls you’re rebuilding are never out of my sight.Your builders are faster than your wreckers.The demolition crews are gone for good.Look up, look around, look well!See them all gathering, coming to you?As sure as I am the living God”—God’s Decree—“you’re going to put them on like so much jewelry,you’re going to use them to dress up like a bride.