Leeland 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 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