O Que Os Homens Dizem

Men say that I am where I no longer enter
They traded intimacy for signs
Running against time in their carnal constructions
Only my grace no longer satisfies them

Men say that I dwell where I never entered
I am holy and do not dwell where pride is king
Gold in temples does not attract my favor
I do not dwell in temples, I dwell in praise

Why riches? If I came down from there
From where the Glory cannot be compared
Why treasures? If I gave up mine
While kings make themselves gods, I made myself a commoner