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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSears Of The Saints
Tears Of The SaintsThere are many prodigal sonsOn our city streets they runSearching for shelterThere are homes broken downPeople’s hopes have fallen to the groundFrom failuresThis is an emergency!There are tears from the saintsFor the lost and unsavedWe’re crying for them come back homeWe’re crying for them come back homeAnd all your children will stretch out their handsAnd pick up the crippled manFather, we will lead them homeFather, we will lead them homeThere are schools full of hatredEven churches have forsakenLove and mercyMay we see this generationIn it’s state of desperationFor Your gloryThis is an emergency!Sinner, reach out your hands!Children in Christ you stand!Sinner, reach out your hands!Children in Christ you stand!And all Your children will stretch out their handsAnd pick up the crippled manFather, we will lead them homeFather, we will lead them home
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