We see it in the streets
We feel it in our bones here when we meet
It's weighing down our hearts
This longing for a clean and second start
We sow and scatter seeds
In a barren land we're begging for relief
We're watching for the clouds
The coming of the rain and trumpets sound

So we wait
Not for gifts of gold
Not to flee this world
But for what we know to be made new
And we long
For Your kingdom now to come
When the lion and the lamb
Will wake together in thew morning dew

For now we’re walking with a limp
And shaking off the shackles of our sin
We stagger to a feast
A table for the weakest and the least

Where the poor will have their time
Rid of all oppression and selfish crimes
And blessed are the meek
It’s your kingdom first that we will seek

And we pray
That our hands might help Your cause
That our hearts may love Your law
That Maranatha, come Lord soon

And we hope
For Your story to be told
For Your body to be whole
For Your table to break us and make us true