Leeland - Tears of the saints

^Bm7 There are m^Emany prodigal sons, On our c^City streets they run, Searching for shel^D-ter. There are ho^Emmes broken down, People's ho^Cpes have fallen to the ground, From fail^D-ures. This is an e-me^Am7rgency!

^G/B There are te^Cars from the saints, For the l^Gost and unsaved^D We're crying for them c^Am7ome back home, We're crying for them c^Come back home,^D And all your ch^Cildren will stretch out their hands, And pick up ^G the crippled man, Father we will l^Am7ead them home Father we will le^Cad them home^{D Bm7}

^Bm7 There are s^Emchools full of hatred, Even chu^Crches have forsaken love and mer^D-cy. May we s^Emee this generation In it's stat^Ce of desperation, For your ^Dglory. This is an e-me^Am7rgency!

^DSinners, reach^Gsus out your hands!^{G D}Children in Ch^Gsusrist You stand!^{G D}Sinners, reach^Gsus out your hands!^{G D}Children in Christ^Em You stand!^{C Am}

^C And all Your children will stretch out their hands, And pick up^G the crippled man,^D Father we will l^Am7ead them home, Father we will le^Cad them home.