Tears Of The Saints

There are (G#m)many prodigal sons,

on our (E)city streets they run,

searching for shelter.

There are (G#m)homes broken down,

people's (E)hopes have fallen to the ground,

from failures.

This is an (C#m7)emergency!

(B)There are (E)tears from the saints,

for the (B)lost and unsaved, we're crying for them (C#m7)come back home,

we're crying for them (E)come back home.

And all Your children will stretch out their hands,

and pick up the crippled man,

Father we will (C#m7)lead them home.

Father we will (E)lead them home.

(D#m7)There are (G#m)schools full of hatred,

even (E)churches have forsaken love and mercy.

May we (G#m)see this generation,

in its (E)state of desperation, for Your glory.

This is an (C#m7)emergency!

(B)There are (E)tears from the saints,

for the (B)lost and unsaved, we're crying for them (C#m7)come back home,

we're crying for them (E)come back home.

And all Your children will stretch out their hands,

and pick up the crippled man,

Father we will (C#m7)lead them home,

Father we will (E)lead them home.

(F#)Sinners, reach (Bsus)out your (B)hands!

(F#)Children in (Bsus)Christ you (B)stand!

(F#)Sinner, reach out your hand!

Children in Christ you stand!

(F#)There are

(D#m7)And all Your children will stretch out their hands and pick up the crippled man,

Father we will (C#m7)lead them home,

Father we will (E)lead them home.