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 awayI gotta rise, I'm sick of your lies
And I won't be your scapegoat now
Ain't gonna bend
and won't 'til the end
Understand on my word I vow
A pig, a pig, that's all you'll ever be
REFUSE TO COWER TO THE SWINE
I'm sick of it, at the end of my wits
'Cause next time that you fuck with mine
I'm gonna snap like
I never have before
Your law's the flaw
Upon this nation
Your lies despised
By generations
I got a friend might
not walk again
And your laws
never helped at all
Go fuck your clause, your
probable cause
Power trippin' above us tall
Afraid, afraid and so you better be
'Cause when I call you're not around
Serve and protect
and give some respect
Next time that you shake me down
I'm gonna snap like
I never have before
Your law's the flaw
Upon this nation
Your lies despised
By generations
Your lies despised
Your law's the flaw
Upon this nation
Upon this nation
Upon this nation
Your lies despised
By generations