10/01/2007

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

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

And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home

Sinner, reach out your hands
Children in Christ you stand.

Lora. Jayne at 10:36 PM