Tears of the Saints

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

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

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