There is a dark night of the soul
Where tears unseen never cease to flow
Where a cynical and aching heart seems to brood
Amid a blemished flesh who oppresses so rude
I wait in downcast in sorrow and despair
Awaiting a Voice, a Presence, a touch the Divine shares
My only hope, the great eschatological surprise
When out of the pain and ashes I hear the trumpet to arise
Come O’ Hope, Maranatha again
To end the scourging final sting, the final crushing blow of sin
I wait browbeaten yet with great hope…Maranatha…Flee to me, help a sinner cope
Come quickly Lord, hearken to my side
Even still, under the shadow of Your wings I reside
Let the bones You have crushed be healed
Maranatha
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