Maranatha, a prayer.

Lord, I still hear creation groan
I know you know what time is best
Yet, still you sit upon your throne
While we suffer, without a home
Waiting for the promised rest

Once you came to walk below
And crush the serpent beneath your feet
But we lose heart in what we know
We long to hear the trumpet blow
And sound death’s last defeat.

For all creation holds it’s breath
Yet send your spirit now to bind us
We fear you, Lord, but we fear death,
Please Spirit hold us in our faith
Come quickly, dear Lord Jesus
Amen

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