Make Much Of You

Everybody wants
To strain to be heard
An elbow to the top
Everybody fights, to be in the light
It's that evil root of pride
Evil root of pride

Humble me, humble me
You have set me free, so You
Can use me to make much of You
It's not about, not about
How much honor we recieve
Even my own faith was gifted to me

Be still and quiet down
Listen to the sound
Of the bride adoring Him

We are all the same, proclaiming Jesus name
With one voice we will sing
With one voice we will sing

Humble me, humble me
You have set me free, so You
Can use me to make much of You
It's not about, not about
How much honor we recieve
Even my own faith was gifted to me

All I am, all I am
I will lay me at Your feet
Destroy every bit of pride in me
Everything, everything
I want everything I do
To be used to make much of You

Everything, everything
I want everything I do
To be used to make much of You

Use me to make much of You