Tears Of The Saints Lyrics
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 it's state of desperation
For Your glory
This is an emergency!
Sinner, reach out your hands!
Children in Christ you stand!
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
Words & Music by Leeland Dayton Mooring and Jack Anthony Mooring / © 2006 Meaux Mercy (BMI) / Meaux Jeaux (SESAC)
Song Description:
Leeland Mooring says it was a Sunday afternoon during a quiet devotional time that he sensed what he calls a presence of God. "I was playing piano, just worshiping, and I asked in prayer, 'God, just give me your heart for the lost.'" It was a hope to feel the longing God feels for people struggling to find their way. "And then I started crying-it was as if God gave me a little glimpse of his heart," Leeland continues. "'Tears of the Saints' came out, and it's about how for every person who is out there lost there is probably about five people praying for them." More, the track illuminates the vision the band has for its ministry. "We want to see kids saved," the songwriter affirms. "What's awesome about this song live, is how it touches people," bassist Jake Holtz adds. "The Lord is just blessing people. You can see change coming across their faces. It's nothing we're doing. God's just working through us with this song."
