Casting Crowns
Casting Crowns - Tears Of The Saints songtekst
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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! 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
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Taal: Engels
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Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).