tears of the saints (leeland)

There are many prodigal songs
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 this state of desperation
For Your glory

This is an emergency

Sinner, reach out your hands
Children in Christ you stand
Sinner, reach out your hands
Children in Christ you stand

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