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 receive
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 receive
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
Ahh ah, ahh ah, ahh ah
Ahh ah, ahh ah, ahh ah
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 receive
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
Everything, everything
I want ev'-ry-thing I do
To be used to make much of You
