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