Our Kind of Love

Soulcial Kitchen Kind of Love

(Country anthem style — warm, hopeful, rooted in service)

Verse 1

There’s a little place off Northbelt East,

Where the smoke rolls slow and the smiles come free.

Where a neighbor’s more than someone passing by,

They’re a story, they’re a heartbeat, they’re a reason why.

And when life gets heavy, when the road gets long,

We fire up the grills and turn struggle into song.

‘Cause love tastes better when it’s shared hot and real—

That’s the kind of grace you can smell and feel.

Chorus

’Cause at Soulcial Kitchen,

We ain’t just serving meals, we’re serving mission.

Every burger, every plate’s a prayer we’re lifting.

A little hope, a little light, a little dignity on demand.

Yeah, Soulcial Kitchen’s where the good Lord’s plan

Meets a hungry heart with a helping hand.

This ain’t business—no, it’s purpose-driven…

It’s a Soulcial Kitchen kind of love we’re living.

Verse 2

From the food trucks rolling down these Midwest streets,

To the blessing bags carried by angels on two feet.

From the vets, to the kids, to the neighbors in line—

We say, “Sit down, friend, you’re family tonight.”

And every token given, every apron worn,

Is a promise that nobody walks alone or torn.

We’re building something holy in this little ol’ town—

Where compassion’s the currency that never runs out.

Chorus

Yeah, at Soulcial Kitchen,

We ain’t just serving meals, we’re serving mission.

Every burger, every plate’s a prayer we’re lifting.

A little hope, a little light, a little dignity on demand.

Yeah, Soulcial Kitchen’s where the good Lord’s plan

Meets a hungry heart with a helping hand.

This ain’t business—no, it’s purpose-driven…

It’s a Soulcial Kitchen kind of love we’re living.

Bridge

Some folks say the world’s too broken to fix,

But I’ve seen miracles rise from a simple dish.

Give a man a meal and you feed him today,

But give him a chance—and it changes his way.

We’re raising up chefs, dreamers, sons, and daughters—

Teaching them that serving’s thicker than water.

And I swear there’s heaven in that sizzle and steam,

'Cause grace cooks best when it's part of the team.

Final Chorus

At Soulcial Kitchen,

We ain’t just serving meals, we’re serving mission.

Every table we set is a spark of God’s vision.

Hope in a skillet, love in our hands,

Feeding the soul of this whole heartland.

Yeah, purpose is the fire that keeps us driven…

It’s a Soulcial Kitchen kind of love we’re living.

Tag

So pull up a chair, friend…

There’s always room here.

At Soulcial Kitchen—

Where love’s the food,

And serving’s the atmosphere.