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 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


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