This post is dedicated to Christina...

Here's the lyrics to one of my absolute favorite songs by my favorite band Leeland:

Tears of the Saints

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!

I love you, Christina;
God bless,
~Emily