Aline Barros - Quando Eu Crescer Lyrics

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Aline Barros - Quando Eu Crescer

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Aline Barros sings these lines about wanting to be a soccer player, a pilot, a dentist, a baker. It sounds like a kid’s daydream, doesn’t it? Just listing off everything the world says is possible, everything that looks like a "successful" life. I listen to it, and my chest tightens. Because I spent years running, chasing those exact things—trying to build a name, trying to be the "winner" on the scoreboard, trying to build my own house with my own hands. I ended up with ash in my hair and pockets full of nothing.

"Eu quero ser o que Jesus sonhou."

That line hits me like a bucket of cold water. When I was out there, eating at the trough, I was so busy trying to be something—anything—that I completely forgot that I was already someone. I was looking for a job description, a title, a career path. I thought if I could just land the right gig, I’d finally be worth something.

But Jesus didn’t call me to be an engineer or a pilot. He called me out of the ditch. He didn’t care about my resume or my failures. He just wanted the kid who had been wasting his life in the mud.

It’s weird, isn’t it? We get so caught up in the "What do I want to be?" question. We treat our lives like a menu. But reading Romans 12:2—that part about the will of God being "good, pleasing, and perfect"—it doesn't feel like a career map anymore. It feels like a rescue plan. When you've been where I've been, "perfect" isn't about success. It’s about being clean. It’s about the fact that I’m standing here at all, breathing, when I should have been buried.

Aline Barros keeps singing about being a winner. "Andando com Jesus sou um vencedor!"

If you asked me five years ago what a winner looked like, I would have pointed to the guys in the suits or the guys on the billboards. Now? A winner is someone who finally stopped running and let the Father put a robe on his back. It’s the scandal of it that gets me. I wasted everything. I burned the inheritance. And yet, He looks at me and says, "That’s my child."

I don’t know if I’ll ever fully wrap my head around that. I’m still shaky. I still smell like the pigpen sometimes, and the voices in my head tell me I’m still just a runaway. But then I hear this, and it’s not about the soccer games or the planes. It’s about the fact that He had a dream for me long before I started ruining my life. His dream wasn't for me to be a rich man; His dream was for me to come home. That’s the only victory I’ve got. Everything else is just details.