There are many prodigal sons
On out 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 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 it's 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
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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