Lord, we’re weary travelers
In a world that’s not our own.
We need Your peace and power
No matter where we roam.
We wait and watch expectantly–
The Day grows ever near.
“Come Home, my child.
It’s time at last.”
The trumpet we will hear!
Soon, come soon
Soon, so soon–
Come, Lord Jesus,
Soon, so soon!
We’ll trade our broken bodies
And receive Your righteousness,
Ascend on high with You, O Lord
And be forever blessed.
“Maranatha!” is our cry–
Your promises all true.
Our future is the present
Blood-wrapped in love from You.
Soon, come soon
Soon, so soon–
Come, Lord Jesus,
Soon, so soon!