those who worshiped the sun were right to honor majesty and power to seek what truly gives us life but the sorrow of their song what they deemed as divine was one small part of one fiery word that blew out from the lips and mind of the True Consuming Fire a tragedy staring at that little orb did blind them to the Truth
My God is a great and mighty fire in strength. The sun he made reflects his majesty, but is oh so small in comparison