Tears Of The Saints

Artist：leeland

Songs Title：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 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 stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father, we will lead them home

Father, we will lead them home.

Sinner, reach out your hands

Children, in Christ you stand

And sinner, reach out your hands!

And children, in Christ you stand!

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 stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father, we will lead them home

Father, we will lead them 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.