Michael Card

Maranatha

Michael Card


(I Thessalonians 4:13) 
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 
Chorus 
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 
Chorus 
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