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I consider the suffering,
Now are not worth comparing;
With the glory of buffering,
When we should be time for sharing.
 
It is glory to be revealed,
Creation eagerly expects;
Of what the sons of God to yield,
So that they can pay their respects.
 
The creation was subjected,
Futility not willingly;
Rather had not been rejected,
Because of wanted lovingly.
 
Because of Him subject to hope,
That creation will be set free;
Bondage for corruption to cope,
Till the glory able to see.
 
For creation has been groaning,
Having the pains of childbirth;
Louder are the sounds of moaning,
Coming out from the planet earth.
 
For the firstfruits of the Spirit,
Groan inwardly eagerly wait;
Of the ones who shall inherit,
On meeting of the final fate.
 
For in this hope that we were saved,
But hope that is seen is not hope;
The anticipation enslaved,
Rather perseverance to cope.
 
Whoever hopes for what they see,
Rather hope for what we do not;
As patience will be setting free,
Anxiety of what we sought.
 
As His Spirit helps our weakness,
To teach to pray of what we ought;
So, the groaning is not bleakness,
Too deep for words as an onslaught.
 
Whoever searches the heart knows,
What is the mind of the Spirit;
For His Spirit acts as it flows,
The will of God with your merit.



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