Maranatha Lyrics - Card Michael

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