Maranatha Lyrics

Come let us go to the house of the Lord
The kingdom of God in the city of man

A place for all races
A place where Your graces 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 weird or 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, o Lord
Made worthy for the call to love
We're healed by grace through faith in You.
A people truely set apart

We are a broken world, o Lord
Not worthy to be set apart
We die unto our selfish ways and go into Your sacred heart

Come again
Feed Your lambs
We are your hands
Come again
Feed Your lambs
We are Your hands

(Thanks to Lexie Apodaca for these lyrics)