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
There are many prodigal sons
ReplyDeleteOn 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