Tears Of The Saints Lyrics

Tears Of The Saints lyrics

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



Sinner, reach out your hands!

Children in Christ you stand!

Sinner, reach out your hands!

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
will stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father,
we will lead them home

Father, we will lead them home