Maranatha

Come let us go to the house of the Lord

The Kingdom of God and the city of man

A place for all races a place where Your grace is

Dwell in our hearts in the works of our hands

Come again feed Your lambs we are Your hands



And now we see eyes in the mirror 

Reflections of You of what is to come

A glorious cloud a beauty profound 

In the widow, the orphan, the lame and the poor



Come again feed Your lambs we are Your hands

Come again feed Your lambs we are Your hands



We are a broken world oh Lord 

Made worthy for the call to love

We're healed by grace through faith in You 

A people truly set apart

We are a broken world oh Lord 

Unworthy to be set apart

We die unto our selfish ways 

And go unto Your sacred heart



Come again feed Your lambs we are Your hands

Come again feed Your lambs we are Your hands