Cresça (feat. Vanilda Bordieri)

Lord, I don't want to be a hostage
Come save me from myself
Even if I am someone
I won't boast about it
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
Hide me in caves if necessary
I don't want to be in the spotlight
If not for Your glory and praise

Lord, my heart is shielded in Your truth
My fascination is 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 to exude in me
That I decrease and the Lord increases
May Your name always be prominent
And Your glory forever remain
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory surpass me

May the Lord grow in our praises
And the unbridled desire for fame disappear
May the truth of the gospel grow in our preaching
And the desire to self-promote through ministry disappear
May the masks of the temple fall and God's sovereignty be seen
May the spotlights on human ego dim and the name of Christ be honored
May the stages of revenge fall and altars of worship be raised
May the declaration not be just lip service, but sincere
May our selves disappear and the Lord grow in this song

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence to exude in me
That I decrease and the Lord increases
May Your name always be prominent
And Your glory forever remain
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory surpass me

From dust, from clay You formed man
Made in Your hands, such a noble Creator
They have nothing, they don't possess, they aren't
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, goes against the flow
We are just the voice that proclaims salvation

Treasures 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 meddle
And exchange delicacies for honor
Of the Church, You are the owner

May Your name be proclaimed
May justice and Your kingdom come
May the glory of the cross confront
The great ones and make them kneel

We are the brush, only You are the artist
May I decrease and the Lord grow, grow

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence to exude in me
That I decrease and the Lord increases
May Your name always be prominent
And Your glory forever remain
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory surpass me

Grow, until my self disappears
Until Your glory covers me
I want Your presence to exude in me
That I decrease and the Lord increases
May Your name always be prominent
And Your glory forever remain
Lord, may I decrease
And Your glory surpass me

Beyond me
Grow!