Crece

Lord, I don't want to be a hostage to myself, come and save me
Even though I'm not someone who comes to boast
I crucify my ego, so that you may grow above me
I empty myself of my ideals, I want to overflow more of You

Lord, I hide in your grace and in your love
I hide in caves if necessary
I don't want to be in the spotlight if not for your glory and your love

Lord, my heart is shielded in Your truth
My song is more for the crowd
I reject Babylon, its delicacies and the altars of corruption

Grow, until my self disappears
Let your glory cover me
I want your presence emanating in me
Let me decrease and the Lord
Grow!

May your name always be evident
May your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory goes beyond me

Man
May the Lord grow in our praises and the unbridled desire for fame disappear

Woman
May the truth of the Gospel grow in our preaching and the desire to promote oneself through ministry disappear

Man
May the masks of the temples fall and the sovereignty of God be seen

Woman
May the lights shining on human ego dim, and the name of Christ be praised

Man
May the balconies of revenge fall to the ground, and altars of worship be raised

Together
May it not be just lip service but a sincere declaration
May our selves disappear and the Lord grow in this song

Grow, until my self disappears
Let your glory cover me
I want your presence emanating in me
Let me decrease and the Lord
Grow!
May your name always be evident
May your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory goes beyond me

From dust, from mud you formed man
Made by your hands, such a noble creator
They have nothing, they achieve nothing, they are nothing
They are just the pen, you are the author of the song

Neither fame, nor balcony, nor name, nor applause
Translate the price that was paid on the cross
Renunciation exists, it goes against the grain
We are just the voice that proclaims salvation

Treasure in earthen vessels so that excellence may be yours
Shining the lighthouse and being your light in the darkest streets
No one steals your glory, no one takes
Your throne

Woe to those who exchange delicacies for the honor of the Church, you are the owner
May your name be exalted, coming to bring justice and your kingdom
May the glory of the cross confront the great ones and make them fall to their knees
We are the brush, only
You are the artist
Let me decrease and the Lord, grow!

Grow
Until my self disappears
Let your glory cover me
I want your presence emanating in me
Let me decrease and the Lord
Grow!
May your name always be evident
May your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory goes beyond

Grow, until my self disappears
Let your glory cover me
I want your presence emanating in me
Let me decrease and the Lord
Grow!
May your name always be evident
May your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory goes beyond me

Grow