Maranatha (come again)

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 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