Lord, everything I really want is clearly known to you. You always hear me when I sigh.
Lord, you hear the desires of those who are hurting. You cheer them up and give them hope. You listen to their cries.
He heard the groans of the prisoners. He set free those who were sentenced to death.”
I groan out loud because of my suffering. I’m nothing but skin and bones.
My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.
“How do you know me?” Nathanael asked. Jesus answered, “I saw you while you were still under the fig tree. I saw you there before Philip called you.”
During our time on earth we groan. We long to put on our house in heaven as if it were clothing.