Saturday, April 30, 2011

this song my heart

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  1. 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 e
    mergency!

    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

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