We're all born screaming While screams echo back And one day we learn To hold our screams in check
But the world keeps on screaming Its groans ignore our reluctance Tearing through our dreams Persistently confronting us
The only source of peace for us Are Jesus' gentle whispers They serve as a quiet respite For those who are able to listen
And soon the whispers clarify The groans from the world around These aren't cries of anger But pleas to be unbound
Creation itself cries out For rescue by its maker To be allowed to at last fulfil The purpose it was made for
And so our eyes are opened To the reason for our screams We cry with all creation For a full and final release
And Jesus hears our cries He's not deaf to our prayers He'll come again in his glory With earthshaking fanfares
Our cries will turn to song Secure in a brand new earth Creator and creation in harmony Echoing glad cries of new birth
So a new born baby's screams Shouldn't come as any surprise They are simply giving echo To creation's longing sighs.
See Romans 8:19-23 19 For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. 20 For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will be liberated from its ******* to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God. 22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.