Tears from the Saints

I've been here most of the morning of another "bad" day crying, lamenting and rejoicing with Asaph in Psalm 77. I turned on Pandora to help calm my spastic nerves for a moment, and this song came on that guided my attention. This seems to be a pattern - God using Pandora (and music in general) to comfort or show me when my mourning in enough or misguided.

Tears from the Saints by Leeland is one that i know and enjoy. Today this song reminded me of the blessing that has been bestowed upon me. Suffering without Christ is hopeless, yet suffering with Him is a glorious honor. I might have been given a thorn in my flesh but i am blessed by it because i am hedged in and guarded with salvation that is kept by the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. So many others are not (yet, for some) so blessed.


Tears from the Saints by Leeland

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 its 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