Lord, over all the earth You are in control, And the angels You send to patrol.
Nothing is missed by You; You see all,
Even the little sparrow when to the ground it does fall.
So who is keeping anything from You hid?
We read about the all knowing God and all the things You did.
So why are we so secret about the things we do, When all the time those things You already knew?
Lord, You created the heavens and the wide, open spaces.
You see the smiles or hurts upon our faces.
You created the earth and sea, And just for Yourself, You created me.
Lord, I am glad You are Who You are.
You told us about the new birth and we are better off by far.
Only You know what lies ahead.
In place of sin and death You gave us life instead.
I am glad the earth is in Your hands.
You know each person by name in all lands. So who better to commit all our troubles to?
You have everything in control and know just what to do.
I know, Lord, for the good of all You will work things out.
Looking after us is what You are all about.
With so much turmoil, strife and pain,
Only You can put broken lives back together again.
Lord, I am glad the earth is still controlled by You, And will be even when it is made anew.
You are just waiting for weary souls to come to You.
You want to give them hope; this You want so much to do.

To brass Heaven must have turned.
I have sought You, after You I have yearned.
Why Lord do I have this feeling,
That my prayer is getting no higher than the ceiling?
Does Heaven have to be this way?
Is it going to be of brass again today?
Will tomorrow be the same?
Heaven turns to brass at the mention of Your name.
Can't just once be a get through day?
Or does Heaven turn to brass only when I pray?
Must my prayers on earth remain?
Won't there ever be an answer again?
No where do my prayers seem to go.
Why Heaven stays of brass I do not know.
When I call, why have You not heard?
You said You would hear, it is written in Your word.
Lord would You turn Heaven back to normal for me?
Is this the way it is always going to be?
Is there anything more I must do?
Before my prayer gets through to You.
I never thought it would be this way.
Won't You listen to what I have to say?
Why even bother any more to pray,
If brass is the way Heaven is going to stay.
You say I'm not listening, I have not heard.
I have been listening, to every word.
Do not be discouraged when you pray.
The answer now could be on the way.