Matemática do Reino

In the mathematics of the Kingdom, it's in dividing that the multiplication of peace, joy, bread, love is born
In subtracting from oneself, the most beautiful and undeserved favor
If less is more, His more in me is never satisfied
The more of Him I have, the more needy I am

The sum of love was so great that the wounds multiplied
Joy was subtracted, companies were divided
Alone determining the value of death
And the result? Life!
Adding up all my achievements
I couldn't add value to the Perfect

To start the equation of love
In the mathematics of the Kingdom, the Perfect became human
Called me back, rejoiced, ran to the door
Embraced me all dirty, it doesn't matter
Even after I demanded my share and asked to divide
I returned to zero and found everything there
Exactly the same as when I left

If the order of factors doesn't alter the product
I'm speechless
My achievements don't add love
My mistakes don't diminish it
My failure ran to Your favor
And what was once dryness, now flows

In the sums of my sins, He didn't divide the burden, on the contrary
He took it all upon Himself
In the eyes of the curious, He decreased
In the divine perspective, He fulfilled, grew
He called me to live on earth but with my eyes fixed on high

Whispering peace to those who shout war
Being a flower that blooms in the asphalt
Walking in a fallen world
Carrying valuable principles
Inverted
Sharing the bread
Multiplying peace
Mathematically in the Kingdom, less is more