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Maranatha is a cry of the heart |
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That's hopeful yet weary of waiting |
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While it may be joyful with the burdens it bears |
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It's sick with anticipating |
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To long for the Promised One day after day |
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And the promise that soon He'd return |
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It's certain that waiting's the most bitter lesson |
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A believing heart has to learn |
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Chorus |
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Maranatha, |
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How many more moments must this waiting last |
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Maranatha, we long for the time when all time is past |
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A commotion, a call then that will be all |
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Though it's not yet the hour |
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The minutes are ticking away |
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Maranatha is the shout of the few |
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Who for so long in history've been hiding |
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Who truly believe that the sound of that call |
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Might actually hasten His coming |
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For no eye has seen and no ear has yet heard |
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And no mind has ever conceived |
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The joy of the moment when He will appear |
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To the wonder of all who believe |
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Chorus |
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Maranatha, how hungry we are just to see Your face |
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Parousia, to finally fall in one long embrace |
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A commotion, a call and that will be all |
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Though it's not yet the hour |
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The minutes are ticking away |
