Cresça (part. Vanilda Bordieri)

Lord, I don’t want to be a hostage
Come save me from myself
Even if I’m someone
I won’t boast about it
I crucify my ego
So that You may grow over me
I empty myself of my ideals
I want to overflow more of You

Lord, I hide in Your grace and in Your love
Hide me in caves if necessary
I don’t want to be in the spotlight
If it’s not for Your glory and Your praise

Lord, my heart is shielded in Your truth
My fascination goes beyond the crowd
I reject Babylon
Its delicacies and the altars of corruption

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence exuding in me
That I may decrease and You may grow
That Your name is always in the spotlight
And Your glory remains forever
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory go beyond me

May You grow in our praises
And the reckless desire for fame disappear
May the truth of the gospel grow in our preaching
And the desire to self-promote through ministry vanish
May the masks of the temple fall and God’s sovereignty be seen
May the spotlight on the human ego fade and the name of Christ be honored
May the stages of revenge come down and be raised as altars of worship
May it not be just lip service, but a sincere declaration
May our self disappear and may You grow in this song

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence exuding in me
That I may decrease and You may grow
That Your name is always in the spotlight
And Your glory remains forever
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory go beyond me

From dust, from clay You formed man
Made in Your hands, so noble Creator
They have nothing, they own nothing, they are nothing
It’s just the pen, You’re the author of the song

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

Treasures in jars of clay so that the excellence is Yours
Shining the beacon and being Your light in the darkest streets
No one steals Your glory
No one takes Your throne
Woe to those who meddle
And trade delicacies for honor
You are the owner of the Church

Who blows and lifts Your name
May justice come and Your kingdom
May the glory of the cross confront
The mighty and they fall to their knees

We are the brush, only You are the artist
That I may decrease and You may grow, grow

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence exuding in me
That I may decrease and You may grow
That Your name is always in the spotlight
And Your glory remains forever
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory go beyond

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence exuding in me
That I may decrease and You may grow
That Your name is always in the spotlight
And Your glory remains forever
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory go beyond me

Beyond me
Grow!