Anticipation hangs upon the breath

Of every creature dwelling on the earth,

Living in daily dread of pain and death,

Expecting eagerly the royal birth.

To fruitlessness and to corruption bound,

Creation groans in labor long sustained

With hope for when the sons of God are crowned,

The great delivery that God ordained.

So we, the promised sons, with all creation

Groan inwardly as we wait eagerly

To see adoption reach its consummation

To know at last redemption physically.

For we cannot compare our current sorrow

With glories Christ prepares for us tomorrow.

Consider Suffering (Romans 8:18-23)
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