Tears Of The Saints sing and play along

There are many prodigal sons,

on our city streets they run,

searching for shelter.

There are homes broken down,

people's hopes have fallen to the ground,

from failures.

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints,

for the lost and unsaved, we're crying for them come back home,

we're crying for them come back home.

And all Your children will stretch out their hands,

and pick up the crippled man,

Father we will lead them home.

Father we will lead them home.

There are schools full of hatred,

even churches have forsaken love and mercy.

May we see this generation,

in its state of desperation, for Your glory.

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints,

for the lost and unsaved, we're crying for them come back home,

we're crying for them come back home.

And all Your children will stretch out their hands,

and pick up the crippled man,

Father we will lead them home,

Father we will lead them home.

Sinners, reach out your hands!

Children in Christ you stand!

Sinner, reach out your hand!

Children in Christ you stand!

There are

And all Your children will stretch out their hands and pick up the crippled man,

Father we will lead them home,

Father we will lead them home.