Mmm… I woke up one morning to a whisper in my soul Didn’t hear a word, but Lord, I already knew My wife looked at me with tears in her eyes Said, “I saw it too… He’s calling me and you” No thunder, no fire, no voice from the sky Just a weight on our hearts we couldn’t ignore Lonely streets were waiting Invisible lives knocking at the door People we walked past a thousand times Never stopped to see their face But God said, “Son, they matter to Me” So we gathered love and faith We carried Backpacks of Hope down broken roads To souls forgotten, to the lost and alone To the ones who walked away Or were pushed too far from home We said, “You still matter… God’s still alive” With a bottle of water and a tear in our eyes In the darkest streets, His light still glows Inside these Backpacks of Hope Food and water, shelters from the cold Hygiene kits, clean socks, gloves for the night Hats for the sun, a little dignity A reminder they’re worth more than the fight We told our story, shared the dream Said, “God’s moving—come and see” And hearts opened wide, hands reached out Love rolled in like a rising sea Every zipper closed with a prayer Every bag held more than things It carried mercy, grace, and truth And the hope that heaven brings We carried Backpacks of Hope down broken roads To souls forgotten, to the lost and alone They looked confused, sometimes angry Mostly scared of the unknown They praised God through grateful tears Said, “Thank You, Lord, You still hear” In the darkest streets, His light still glows Inside these Backpacks of Hope Missing legs… sunburned skin… Hands that trembled when we said amen Some had faith, some had none Some just needed to feel human again We asked You, God, “Show us who” You guided every step we took Hugs were shared, prayers were said Brothers and sisters… once overlooked My heart feels heavy from all that pain But stronger now than it’s ever been ‘Cause once you see them through God’s eyes You’re never the same again We carried Backpacks of Hope with open hands Not as saviors—just following His plans Saying, “People still care, you’re not alone” God knows your name… He brought us home In the darkest streets, His light still glows Inside these Backpacks of Hope We’re already praying for the next time, Lord For the streets we haven’t seen Never forgetting how special You are To them… to us… to everything Mmm… Amen.
