If the doors, if the doors,
if the doors of the wealthy are locked
the doors of Heaven will never be locked.
The Creator reigns supreme, the Creator reigns supreme
the Creator reigns supreme, and is higher
than the angels.
The Creator.
By His nearness, by His nearness,
His life-giving breath
flows through them.
And they glory, and they glory
And they glory in His name
From the moment of genesis,
The wheel in his circle thunders
Acclaiming His Holy name
Clothed in the glory of His radiance,
The Creator.
The six-winged cherubs surround Him,
Whirling in His honor
And with their free wings sweetly sing,
Together, in unison
If the doors, if the doors,
if the doors of the wealthy are locked
the doors of Heaven will never be locked.
The Creator.