Maranatha

Maranatha is a cry of the heart
That's hopeful yet weary of waiting
While it may be joyful with the burdens it bears
It's sick with anticipating
To long for the Promised One day after day
And the promise that soon He'd return
It's certain that waiting's the most bitter lesson
A believing heart has to learn

Maranatha
How many more moments
Must this waiting last
Maranatha
We long for the time
When all time is past
A commotion, a call
Then that will be all
Though it's not yet the hour
The minutes are ticking away

Maranatha is the shout of the few
Who for so long in history've been hiding
Who truly believe that the sound of that call
Might actually hasten His coming
For no eye has seen and no ear has yet heard
And no mind has ever conceived
The joy of the moment when He will appear
To the wonder of all who believe

Maranatha
How many more moments
Must this waiting last
Maranatha
We long for the time
When all time is past
A commotion, a call
Then that will be all
Though it's not yet the hour
The minutes are ticking away

Maranatha
How hungry we are
Just to see Your face
Parousia
To finally fall in one long embrace
A commotion, a call
And that will be all
Though it's not yet the hour
The minutes are ticking away