I feel as the tree, the lion, the bird;
I groan for redemption, of this I have heard
in Romans; uniting all creatures in one,
at last to be freed by God’s only Son.
The tree waves and bends, but rooted it stays,
The lion sends out roars, not only for prey,
The bird chants its song, no words to declare
what all of us want, to see our God there.