Michael Card - Maranatha Lyrics
Michael Card (I Thessalonians 4:13)Maranatha is a cry of the heartThat's hopeful yet weary of waitingWhile it may be joyful with the burdens it bearsIt's sick with anticipatingTo long for the Promised One day after dayAnd the promise that soon He'd returnIt's certain that waiting's the most bitter lessonA believing heart has to learnChorusMaranatha,How many more moments must this waiting lastMaranatha, we long for the time when all time is pastA commotion, a call then that will be allThough it's not yet the hourThe minutes are ticking awayMaranatha is the shout of the fewWho for so long in history've been hidingWho truly believe that the sound of that callMight actually hasten His comingFor no eye has seen and no ear has yet heardAnd no mind has ever conceivedThe joy of the moment when He will appearTo the wonder of all who believeChorusMaranatha, how hungry we are just to see Your faceParousia, to finally fall in one long embraceA commotion, a call and that will be allThough it's not yet the hourThe minutes are ticking away
