What is the sun?
It is a golden king,
Riding threw space-
Holding court over the planets.

Shine on me sun-
Warm me-
The walls rise,
To support towers-

Domes and jewels and gold,
Walls and trusses
Golden light-
Fire illuminated

Times one million
Shines like God-
Mosaics spread the floors,
Arches rise and fall,

Down the anointed hall,
It is a sight to behold-
Out shine heaven,
And El Dorado

A temple to Christ-
Golden light,
Times one million-
But it is shaming the sun.

What is the sun?
It is a golden king,
Riding threw space.
Holding court over the planets-