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