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
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!
Sinner, reach out your hands
Children in Christ you stand
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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is this the song you wanted to play for the conference?
good song and good band! i love leeland, ever since that saturday in the van.
haha yeah same here nicole!! i wanna hear more of them though. wanna burn me a copy beth? hehe.
this is the song we played with our slideshow of poemness, and drawings and pics. i can try and burn it if my sister lets me! its a good band prob. one of my favs.
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