Saints Are Born
The carpet may be tattered
And the wood stained with tears
And it might seem old fashioned
But it's stood throughout the years
Where countless souls have come
To cry out to the father
And if only for just one
That's why we have this altar
It's a haven for the broken
For the weary and distressed
And when every fear is spoken
It's where we lay them all to rest
And this old church and these old floors
may look a little worn
It's a place where sinners come
and saints are born
For every mercy seeker
It's the foot of the cross
Where every faithful preacher
Beckons to the lost
Where Jesus always waits
So hear the invitation
To come kneel down in faith
And trust him for salvation
It's a haven for the broken
For the weary and distressed
And when every fear is spoken
It's where we lay them all to rest
And this old church and these old floors
may look a little worn
It's a place where sinners come
and saints are born
Come home come home
Calling oh sinner come home
It's a haven for the broken
For the weary and distressed
And when every fear is spoken
It's where we lay them all to rest
And this old church and these old floors
may look a little worn
It's a place where sinners come
and saints are born (saints are born)
And the wood stained with tears
And it might seem old fashioned
But it's stood throughout the years
Where countless souls have come
To cry out to the father
And if only for just one
That's why we have this altar
It's a haven for the broken
For the weary and distressed
And when every fear is spoken
It's where we lay them all to rest
And this old church and these old floors
may look a little worn
It's a place where sinners come
and saints are born
For every mercy seeker
It's the foot of the cross
Where every faithful preacher
Beckons to the lost
Where Jesus always waits
So hear the invitation
To come kneel down in faith
And trust him for salvation
It's a haven for the broken
For the weary and distressed
And when every fear is spoken
It's where we lay them all to rest
And this old church and these old floors
may look a little worn
It's a place where sinners come
and saints are born
Come home come home
Calling oh sinner come home
It's a haven for the broken
For the weary and distressed
And when every fear is spoken
It's where we lay them all to rest
And this old church and these old floors
may look a little worn
It's a place where sinners come
and saints are born (saints are born)
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph David Edward Habedank, Patrick Lee Black
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