[Please support the official release (Remix Origin link on this page)] They murmur and mumble, how could he welcome them? If he knew better, instead he would condemn. He talks to, eats with and gives them his time. These are the sinners, the cursed, the vile subprime. His love they cannot grasp, it is far too vast. For he longs to restore, It's the sinners he came for. Who among you tending sheep won’t leave the ninety-nine, to hunt the one that lost its way through briar, rock, and pine? You hoist it up and bring it back, lead it into its pen, you call your neighbors, shout with joy: “Rejoice with me, my friends!” Let me tell you of a man who had two sons, One was loyal and faithful, but not the other one. This one took from the family home, and spent it all badly in the land he roamed. He found himself starving, destitute and lean, He fed the swine, longing for the fodder they glean. He remembered his father and the blessing he gives, He heads home with hope that he will forgive. His father sees him coming from far away, He runs to his boy and meets him part way! His heart fills with gladness at the sight of his son. He holds him close and forgets what he's done. Who among you, losing a silver coin, won't search every crack and every join, light a lamp and sweep your room, until you find it, you don't return the broom. When you get it, you lift your voice, “Be glad with me, delight, rejoice call friends and neighbors to your place: my coin is found, by God’s good grace!” The angels in heaven are filled with joy, if a single sinner, repentance employs. See how much God loves us all, He doesn't want a single one to fall! His love they cannot grasp, it is far too vast. For he longs to restore, It's the sinners he came for.
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