If You're Listening

“This isn’t a prayer for comfort.

This is a prayer for survival.

For the ones the world steps over…

If You’re listening—

please don’t look away.”

Cardboard walls and broken sleep

Cold concrete beneath their feet

City lights don’t see their names

Just shadows drifting in the rain

Wooden pallets, stolen warmth

Sirens sing them back to dawn

Empty hands, a paper cup

Asking just for enough

They don’t pray for crowns or gold

Just a place they can belong

Just one voice that doesn’t pass

Just one day that doesn’t ask too much

So God, if You’re listening tonight

Hear the ones without a home

The hungry hearts, the silent cries

The souls the world lets go

They’re not asking to be saved

Just seen, just known, just loved

So if You’re listening tonight

Teach us how to show up

Dumpster dinners, borrowed hope

Counting hours, not the days

Every face that turns away

Cuts deeper than the hunger pains

Greed walks past in tailored suits

Coins clink loud in empty hands

They ask for crumbs, they ask for time

They get silence as the plan

They’re not lazy, they’re not weak

They’re just worn down to the bone

Every story has a start

Every heart was once a home

So God, if You’re listening tonight

Hear the ones without a home

The hungry hearts, the silent cries

The souls the world lets go

They’re not asking to be saved

Just seen, just known, just loved

So if You’re listening tonight

Teach us how to show up

And if the answer isn’t lightning

If it isn’t heaven’s voice

Let it be our open hands

Let it be our choice

Let us slow our walking pace

Let us learn their names

Let us sit and hear their story

Not look away in shame

So God, if You’re listening tonight

Hear the ones without a home

The hungry hearts, the silent cries

The souls the world lets go

They’re not asking to be saved

Just seen, just known, just loved

So if You’re listening tonight

Teach us how to show up

Because hope can start with shelter

Hope can start with food

Hope can start with someone saying

“I see you. I’ve got you.”

And God, I still believe somehow

They’ll rise again, they will

No more nights spent wondering

If tomorrow’s even real

“For everyone who’s cold tonight—

you matter.

For everyone who’s hungry—

you’re not invisible.

And if the world won’t stop to listen…

I will.

We will.”