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Our present suffering,
Insignificant compared;
With what we treasuring,
To glory that will be shared.
Now it is still locked and sealed,
As all of creation waits;
For the day it is revealed,
With the chance it evaluates.
Who are the children of God?
The question they keep asking;
Because they want to applaud,
Waiting for the unmasking.
Subjected to frustration,
Creation had not a choice;
Of such an orchestration,
Hoping for a cheerful voice.
And it would be setting free,
From slavery of decay;
So as to share liberty,
With children who would obey.
All creation has been groaning,
With the pains of childbirth;
Louder comes all the moaning,
Of a pregnant planet earth.
But we who have His Spirit,
Being the first of His gifts;
Part of what we inherit,
With such a zeal that uplifts.
We groan and moan as we wait,
Eagerly for adoption;
So these bodies compensate,
Having the proper option.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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