Poetry

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I consider the suffering,
Insignificant to compare;
That the Lord causes buffering,
To the glory that we all share.

The glory that will be revealed,
That Heaven eagerly awaits;
The information that is sealed,
His children walking through the gates.

Creation that was subjected,
Frustrated but not by its choice;
Bringing hope and not rejected,
And allowing us to rejoice.

It also is setting us free,
From the slavery to decay;
With having the insight to see,
Temptation that will make us stray.

All creation has been groaning,
Having the pains of childbirth;
Surely God will be condoning,
Making the new Heaven and earth.

But not only creation groans,
Because we have had His Spirit;
Comforting anyone who moans,
Since adopted we inherit.

We groan waiting for adoption,
Freeing our bodies from sin;
Being cleansed from the corruption,
Leaving plenty of hope within.

We were saved with this hope in mind,
If hope is something that we see;
It is not hope and we are blind,
For hope is the future to be.

Who would hope for what can be seen,
Rather a faith not visible;
You cannot hope for what has been,
But to come that is spiritual.

His Spirit helps where we are weak,
Since we do not know how to pray;
Guiding us for which way to seek,
When we truly trust and obey.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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