Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus, come. This is not just a prayer for the end; it is the deep longing of a Bride yearning for her Bridegroom. The phrase “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come” has been whispered in the catacombs, shouted through the fields of revival, and wept in hidden places of persecution and prayer. Every generation that has truly known Yeshua has joined in this ancient cry, echoing the words that close the book of Revelation: “Come, Lord Jesus” (Revelation 22:20 NASB).
And yet, He waits.
Why?
“The Lord does not delay [as though He were unable to act] and is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is [extraordinarily] patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance” (2 Peter 3:9 AMP).
This is not slowness. It is divine mercy. He delays not from hesitation, but from love. Every moment the trumpet is withheld, another soul finds mercy. Every hour He waits, another broken heart returns home. We may cry “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come” with passion and urgency, but God cries out for the nations still to be saved.
The Gospel Must Reach Every People Group
Yeshua’s words in Matthew 24:14 remain clear: “This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and then the end will come”(NASB). This truth drives missionaries into dangerous places and fuels Bible translation efforts in the most remote corners of the earth. Some believe that once every unreached people group hears the Gospel, the Lord will return.
This theory holds weight. For the Lamb who was slain deserves worship from every tribe and tongue. The great commission is not optional—it is the heartbeat of the Church. Yet we must remember that many generations before us believed their time was the final hour. The apostles in Jerusalem, the reformers in Europe, the revivalists in America—they all cried “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come,” and they were right to do so. The time has always been urgent.
But only the Father knows the hour.
Only the Father Knows the Day and Hour
“But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone” (Matthew 24:36 NASB). Even now, the Son—worthy to open the seals—awaits the Father’s word. Heaven is ready. The saints cry out. Creation groans. But the skies will not split by human calculation or desperation. The time is not revealed to satisfy curiosity, but to awaken holy preparation.
This truth should sober us. It should also set us free from fruitless speculation. We are not called to predict—we are called to prepare. We do not wait in idleness, but in readiness. We do not guess—we burn. The cry “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come” is more than a prophecy; it is a posture of the heart.
A Vision of Global Revival
{Don Francisco Style from Vision of the Valley}
Some believe that before Yeshua returns, the earth will experience the greatest revival in history. Picture it: A Shepherd walks through valleys, calling His sheep by name. His presence heals the brokenhearted and restores the blind. Then, others like Him rise—not famous or noble, but filled with the same fire of love. They go out into the fields and mountains, gathering the wounded and bringing them home.
They lead the flock to green pastures and still waters. They stand guard against the darkness. They speak one common Word the sheep recognize—and they follow.
The news spreads from city to village, from street to street: Heaven has come down.Millions who had long been betrayed by false promises begin to trust again. The hearts of stone become hearts of flesh. A Bride once drowsy and distracted is now wide awake. And then the trumpet sounds. The Bride is ready.
Why the Delay Is Also the Preparation
Let us not miss the greater mystery: We are the reason for the delay. But we are also the means of the preparation. The same Church that cries out for His return is also the Church being sanctified and sent. The Bridegroom delays, not because He is absent, but because He is making us ready.
Beloved, if you truly say “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come,” then live like it. Let every word, every moment, every breath testify to His worthiness. Burn for Him. Preach the Gospel. Live holy. Forgive quickly. Love deeply. The Bridegroom is coming. But He waits for a pure and prepared Bride.
I heard a voice in twilight
Like thunder soft with grace,
It whispered through the harvest fields,
And shone on every face.
The Shepherd’s feet were moving,
The winds began to blow,
And every heart that waited
Could feel the trumpet’s glow.
Prayer
Abba, we lift up the cry of the ages: Maranatha Come Lord Yeshua Come. Thank You for Your mercy that has waited long enough to save us. Teach us to carry the weight of Your delay not with frustration but with faith. Let us be part of the final harvest. Let us speak the Gospel with boldness and love. Awaken Your Bride. Purify us. And when the last soul has come and the final cry has risen, speak the word—and come for us. We are ready. Amen.
The Worthy Lamb
The Scroll and the Silence Before the Storm
I saw it—
In the right hand of the One seated upon the throne, a scroll. Rolled tight. Written within and without. Sealed with seven unbroken seals. The silence in the throne room was not absence—it was weight. It was the hush of judgment poised to fall. The hush before the voice of God shakes the heavens once more.
And then a strong angel, shining like fire, cried out with a voice that shattered the stillness:
“Who is worthy to open the scroll and break its seals?”
Not who is willing—who is worthy?
His voice did not stop at the walls of heaven. It pierced into the earth, beneath the earth, through the ages. The question resounded into every grave, every throne, every altar, every idol. Who has the authority to unlock the will of God? Who has conquered death, sin, and every nation’s pride?
And no one answered.
Not one in heaven—not Gabriel, not Moses, not David, not any righteous soul of old.
Not one on the earth—not priest, prophet, king, or martyr.
Not one beneath it—not Abraham, not Elijah, not even the cherub who guarded Eden’s gate.
And I wept.
John’s tears were mine. They were yours. They were the sobs of a world waiting for justice, aching for redemption. Because if the scroll remains sealed, then the kingdom remains delayed. The wicked go unpunished. The righteous go unheard. The promise remains unread. And the plan of God seems paused.
But then—a voice.
Not from the angel. Not from the throne. From one of the elders. He leaned close and whispered with thunder clothed in comfort:
“Do not weep. Look—Behold! The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has overcome. He is able to open the scroll and break its seven seals.”
Hope surged.
I turned. But I did not see a lion—not yet. I saw a Lamb. Standing as if slain. Still bearing wounds that speak louder than thunder. The fire of glory did not erase the scars. No—He kept them. Because it was not brute force that won the right to break the seals. It was blood. It was surrender. It was the eternal sacrifice of Yeshua, the Lamb of God.
He stepped forward.
The scroll did not resist His hand. The Father did not hesitate. The heavens did not delay. The Lamb took the scroll—the very testament of God’s justice and mercy, sealed by the hand of El Shaddai—and when He did, heaven erupted.
Angels bowed. Elders fell. Creatures cried. A new song rang out from every realm:
“Worthy are You to take the scroll and to break its seals, for You were slain, and with Your blood You purchased people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation.”
This is not mythology. This is not metaphor. This is the divine courtroom where the end of the age begins.
Yeshua is not waiting for permission—He is waiting for the appointed moment. The scroll is still in His hand. The seals are still unbroken. But heaven is not idle. The Bride is being prepared. The nations are being warned. And soon—very soon—the first seal will open, and the plan of the Most High will thunder forth.
Maranatha. Come, Lord Yeshua, come.