Lost Luggage, Redeemed Souls (Gary E. Stevenson) [Apr 2026]

Thirty million bags lost in the night, Circling alone under terminal lights. But one airport stands without a stain, Not one lost bag in thirty years’ reign. Lost luggage, redeemed souls, Precious cargo that heaven holds. We are the hands, we are the care, Helping each one safely there. A Father sends His children here below, Entrusts their care to those who know. Not forgotten, not alone, We walk beside them toward home. Lost luggage, redeemed souls, Precious cargo that heaven holds. We are the hands, we are the care, Helping each one safely there. Minister with love that truly sees, Strengthen the rising generation’s knees. Every soul has infinite worth, Returning them to heaven’s earth. No one too lost, no one too far, The Savior’s reach goes where we are. With steady hands and faithful hearts, We play our part in heaven’s art. Lost luggage, redeemed souls, Precious cargo that heaven holds. We are the hands, we are the care, Helping each one safely there. So let us serve with eyes to see, The worth of every soul we meet. Lost luggage, redeemed souls, Brought safely home — this is our goal.