There are many prodigal songs 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 this state of desperation for Your glory 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 homeHerders op die ope velde هذا هو اليوم السعيد msẖgẖwl bgẖyry Nie vždy je slnko na oblohe Tək Məsihdə Cuando la trompeta Mai e puțin și va veni Mesia ความสุขภายในใจ zhǔ a qiú nǐ zuò wǒ cháng zhù de pán shí Meniň Rebbim rehimli
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