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 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

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 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 stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father we will lead them home

Father we will lead them home