When Heaven is brass and the land iron
I work hard but will not get results
I plant seed but not get any harvest
when heaven is brass and the land iron
the brooks dry and plants wither
there is no life when heaven is brass and the land iron
I refuse to be under brass heaven and iron land
I walk in obedience
Oh Lord
so that the heavens are open
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