Maranatha

Come, let us go to the house of the Lord
 The Kingdom of God and the city of man
 A place for all races, a place where Your grace is
 Dwell in our hearts in the works of our hands
 Come again feed Your lambs
 We are Your hands
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 And now we see eyes in the mirror
 Reflections of You of what is to come
 A glorious cloud a beauty profound
 In the widow, 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, oh Lord
 Made worthy for the call to love
 We're healed by grace through faith in You
 A people truly set apart
 We are a broken world, oh Lord
 Unworthy to be set apart
 We die unto our selfish ways
 And go unto Your sacred heart
 Come again feed Your lambs
 We are Your hands
 Come again feed Your lambs
 We are Your hands