Waiting, and glorious waiting, of all nature, till that day when He shall come the second time from the heaven, Who God will send in due season, and then these mortal bodies, that we groan in now, will take on immortality. “And we’ll be changed and made like unto His own glorious body, for we shall see Him as He is.” Then sin and sorrow, sin and death of this dark world shall cease, in this glorious reign with Jesus of a thousand years of peace. The birds are waiting for that. The trees are waiting for that. All nature is bending and weeping, waiting for that time, groaning to be clothed upon. – WMB