It’s preposterous to hear of the things being done under the Sun

It seems like people don’t have respect and regards for the Son

Everyday we wake up to the beautiful shining Sun

We are glad, making merry without appreciating the Son

I asked someone, ‘who made the Sun?’

Of course they forgot it was the Son

They told me they’ve spent a number of years studying the Sun

Yet they miss the simplest info about the Son

The Son made man, man made books about the Sun

But books made by man made man forget the Son

Somebody reading this will think I’m merely trying to rhyme the Son and the Sun

But if you have the Son and see the Sun you probably have a song to praise the Son

If you know what I’m talking shout Hallelujah!