La música cristiana es de origen judío: la liturgia musical de la sinagoga, en particular el canto psalmódico de los judíos como unidad poética musical, fue un legado preciado transmitido del Israel antiguo al cristianismo primitivo, como forma de manifestar tanto a nivel personal como comunitario las creencias religiosas y la fe en Dios.
Every day I wake up lying on the floor
I know it will be a day like all my days were before
I am alone but there is a dark something in me
A thronging voice, and it won't leave me be
I curse these shadows that are clutching at my heart
But I am too weak now to search for a new start
I know it's too late to turn back the hands of time
Soon comes the day I'll just fade away and die
And when I'm falling asleep forevermore
I will remember a past never born
When I turned thirteen, it's when my fate took its course
The day I lost childhood innocence I remember with remorse
Now I am sitting on the snow-clad curb stone
God if you can hear me, please don't leave me alone
I know it's too late to turn back the hands of time
Soon comes the day I'll just fade away and die
And when I'm falling asleep forevermore
I will remember a past never born
Now I am just dreaming
Of a new dawn
Where my heart is whole
Not scarred and torn
The day draws nearer
A herald of the end
My life shall he a monument
To you my friends
Now I see clearer
What I gave away
I am aware I'm lost
I've gone astray
When my time has gone by
Angels will mourn
For a wasted life
A past never born