For the creation waits with eager longing
For the revealing of the sons of God
For the creation was subjected to futility
Not willingly but because
Of him who subjected it
In hope that creation itself would be set free
From its bondage to corruption and
Obtain the freedom
Of the glory of the children of God
For we know that the whole creation
Has been groaning together until now
And not only creation but
We groan inwardly as we wait eagerly
In hope, that creation itself would be set free
From its bondage to corruption and
Obtain the freedom
Of the glory
In hope that creation itself would be set free
From its bondage to corruption and
Obtain the freedom
Of the glory of the children of God
We wait for adoption as sons
We wait for the redemption of our bodies
We wait, we wait
We wait with patience
For in this hope we are saved
We wait with patience
For in this hope we are saved
We wait for adoption as sons
We wait for the redemption of our bodies
We wait, we wait
We wait with patience for in this hope we are saved
In hope, that creation itself would be set free
From its bondage to corruption and
Obtain the freedom
Of the glory
In hope that creation itself would be set free
From its bondage to corruption and
Obtain the freedom
Of the glory of the children of God
We wait with patience for
In this hope we are saved