Cresça (feat. Vanilda Bordieri)

Lord, I don't want to be a hostage
Come save me from myself
Even though I am someone
Who doesn't come 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 charm is beyond the crowd
I reject Babylon, its delicacies, the altars
Of corruption

Grow until my self disappears
So that Your glory may cover me
I want Your presence emanating in me
That I may decrease and the Lord may increase
May Your name always be evident
May Your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory go beyond me

May the Lord grow in our praises
And the unbridled desire for fame disappear
May the truth of the gospel grow in our preachings
And the desire to promote oneself through ministry disappear

May the masks of the temples fall
And the sovereignty of God be seen
May the lights shining on human egos dim
And the name of Christ be praised
May the balconies of revenge fall to the ground
And altars of worship be raised

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
So that Your glory may cover me
I want Your presence emanating in me
That I may decrease and the Lord may increase
May Your name always be evident
May Your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory go beyond me

From dust, from mud You formed man
Made by Your hands, such a noble creator
They have nothing, they don't possess, they are not
They are just the pen, You are the author of the song
Neither fame, nor balcony, nor name, nor applause
Translate the price paid on the cross
Renunciation exists, it goes against the grain
We are just a voice announcing salvation

Treasures in earthen vessels, may excellence be Yours
Shining in lighthouses and being the 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 blow and rise, may justice and Your kingdom come
May the glory of the cross confront the great ones, may they fall to their knees
We are the brush, only You are the artist
May I decrease and the Lord grow
Grow!

Grow until my self disappears
So that Your glory may cover me
I want Your presence emanating in me
That I may decrease and the Lord may increase
May Your name always be evident
May Your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory go beyond me

Grow until my self disappears
So that Your glory may cover me
I want Your presence emanating in me
That I may decrease and the Lord may increase
May Your name always be evident
May Your glory eternally remain
Lord, may I decrease
Your glory go beyond me

Beyond Me!
Grow!