Of the Saints

I heard this song again this afternoon...

Tears Of The Saints
By Leeland [Album: Sound of Melodies]

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!

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

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

Too often do I find myself focusing on my own self-hurts and my own life struggles that I forget that there is an emergency of hurt all around me. No, I can't run out there and save everyone. No, I can't go fix all the stumbling Christ followers that are so lost in a world of materialism that they have forgotten the beauty of being in love with Jesus. No, I can't save anyone... that's God's job. But I have forgotten to be open to His guidance into the uncomfortable conversations and open arms of those searching for meaning. I have forgotten to pray for those in emptiness. How careless of me. How selfish. I have forgotten to deny myself. [Luke 9:23] I have chosen not to.

Thank you, Lord for the reminder.
I love You and You give all that I need.
Thank You for forgiving me when I choose not to accept Your gifts.

I love You, Jesus. I love You because You showed me what love is.