Favourite Things: Mondays. Long. Slow. touring through the shops kind of mondays.
There is a song from a band called ‘Leeland’ that has been totally wrecking me.
Every time I hear the words, it completely stops me. Stills me and reminds me what I want my life to be about.
Here they are…
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
The sense of urgency and immediacy that cries out from this ballad is so confronting.
