When The Heavens Feel Like Brass

When cupboards seem empty
And debts seem tall,
When worries gather
And shadows fall,

When prayers rise upward
Yet answers delay,
When faith grows weary
At the end of the day,

Still Christ is watching,
Still Christ is near,
Still Christ is listening
To every tear.

Though heaven seems silent
And brass fills the sky,
God counts each burden,
God hears every cry.

The night may be long,
The road may be steep,
Yet God guards His children
And never sleeps.