NeuroDivine

For many queer people—especially those of us who are neurodivergent—the search for connection has often unfolded in the margins: in late-night conversations, in coded glances, in apps that both liberate and exhaust us. Our longing has been shaped by secrecy, by rejection, by comparison, and by the fierce hope of finally being seen.

This hymn dares to proclaim that Christ walks there.

Not as a censor. Not as a judge. Not as a distant moral observer—but as wounded Love incarnate, moving through city streets, glowing screens, and vulnerable bodies.

—calling us beyond transaction toward tenderness, beyond performance toward truth.

Queer communities have always known how to find one another in the dark. Yet even in our hard-won spaces of freedom, we can still shrink ourselves—editing our profiles, filtering our bodies, masking our neurodivergence, bracing for dismissal. This hymn speaks into that ache. It names the hunger without shaming it. It blesses the body without commodifying it.

At NeuroDivine, we affirm that queer and neurodivergent lives are not theological problems to solve but sacred revelations of divine image. In every fragile spark of meeting—every honest message, every nervous laugh, every risk to be known—Christ’s wounded tenderness is already at work.

May this hymn steady our courage to seek connection without self-erasure, to desire without shame, and to discover that beneath every yearning for touch or affirmation is a deeper truth: we are already beloved, already held, already one in Love.

Christ, you walk the streets at midnight,
Where the city hums with need;
Where the apps ignite our longing,
Where we ache to be received.
In the glow of broken pavements,
In the bodies we compare,
You are whispering through the static:
“Child, your worth is more than there.”

When we judge ourselves too harshly,
Chasing shadows, shrinking size;
When we crop our truth to armour,
Fearing no one wants our lives—
Christ, you hold the ones who doubt it,
You embrace the ones who break;
You are present in the silence
After every lonely ache.

Where a message breaks the numbness,
Where a stranger sees us whole;
Where a laugh releases tension,
Where we risk our guarded soul—
There your wounded love is moving,
There your tenderness is shown;
In the fragile spark of meeting,
We are seen, not left alone.

Teach us, Christ, to seek with courage
More than bodies passing through;
Give us strength to name our hunger,
Give us hearts that beat like you.
In the apps and in the alleyways,
In the nights we feel undone,
Be the truth beneath our yearning,
Be the love that makes us one

Text copyright 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell.