Letra de «Tears of the saints»
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 it's 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
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 it's 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
