[Verse 1] They came through the chaos, scattered and scarred, But carried a name that burned in the dark. No pulpit, no power, just whispers and flame, To strangers and seekers—they spoke Jesus’ name. The city woke up with truth in the air, And the church found breath in a foreign square. [Chorus] When He speaks, we move. He leads—we follow through. From streets unknown to open doors, We carry the word once more. Found to be sent— When He speaks, we move. [Verse 2] They called us “little Christs” like it burned going in, But we wore it like armor, not shame on our skin. Not born of a bloodline, not raised by a throne, But marked by a fire that made us His own. With hands that give and hearts that mend, We lived like grace was meant to send. [Chorus] When He speaks, we move. He leads—we follow through. From streets unknown to open doors, We carry the word once more. Found to be sent— When He speaks, we move. [Bridge] Fasting… praying… Waiting… obeying… Then the Spirit spoke: Set them apart. And we rose. And they went. Not to stay— But to be sent. [Final Chorus] When He speaks, we move. He leads—we follow through. From streets unknown to open doors, We carry the word once more. Found to be sent— When He speaks, we move. When He speaks, we move. He leads—we follow through. From streets unknown to open doors, We carry the word once more. We were found to be sent— When He speaks, we move. When He speaks… we move.