Maranatha Songtext
von Michael Card

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 and 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