The Golden Son © Homophonic Structure The golden sun, And God's own Son, Shines brightly on my face; That which was fore, Stands still her for, The glory of God's grace. So let it rain, My God will reign, And beautify the earth; While fools will stand here, And yet can't hear, The wisdom in His mirth. In the Lord's light, My burdens light, His yoke is easy still; And in His light, My faith I'll cite, and do my Father's will. MJ Flack