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      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