Samaritan's Purse is launching a new reality TV program, but this is incredibly different than anything you've seen.
The show, "Children's Heart," documents the story of three Mongolian youth with life-threatening heart conditions who come to the U.S. for life-saving surgery. Without the help of doctors, here is little hope - and time is running out.
The Mongolian parents know they must put their children's lives in the hands of Samaritan's Purse staff and American doctors before it's too late. But the surgeries are risky.And three lives hang in the balance.
Join Cissie Graham Lynch, daughter of Samaritan's Purse President Franklin Graham, as she shares the journey with 18-year-old Uugna, 16-year-old Otga, and 3-year-old Toggie and faces one of the most trying moments of her life
Top find out if the show airs in your area, visit the Samaritan's Purse website.
The theme song you hear in this trailer is Leeland's "Tears of the Saints." It's a fitting song for a show like this; here are the lyrics:
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
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