We sing for all the unsung saints, that countless, nameless throng, who kept the faith and passed it on, with hope steadfast and strong, through all the daily griefs and joys no chronicles record, forgetful of their lack of fame, but mindful of the Lord. Though uninscribed with date or place, with title, rank, or name, as living stones their stories join to form a hallowed frame around the mystery in their midst: the Lamb once sacrificed, the Love that wrested life from death, the wounded, risen Christ. So we take heart from unknown saints bereft of earthly fame, those faithful ones who have received a more enduring name: for they reveal true blessing comes when we our pride efface and offer back our lives to be the vessels of God's grace.