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.
I can’t forget the water at my feet
All alone and mumbling
The only verse that I knew
Was Jesus wept (and I did too)
I gave up the drugs but not the sex
Weekends, holidays, the cigarettes
As long as I knew I could get my fix
I could have it all I could handle it
Married a beautiful girl
Brought a child into this world
In the mirror I saw boy wanting to be a man
(You wanted a man.)
I’m a wave in the sea
I’m a stone that can’t be moved
I’m a wretch drunk and forgotten
I’m a path left to choose
You’re the God of the unknown
I’m the son that was never free
You’re the life I didn’t live
You’re the trial waiting for me
(Are you what the people say that you are? Filled with wrath worshipped always from a far. Glory to the lamb forever you are. We are the creator of all these scars.)
I thought it’d be over. Take care that
You don’t forget. I thought it would be but I’m still scared I still believe I’m scared that I, I still believe
So what’s left for me?
Are you washed in the blood?
Are you washed in the soul cleansing blood?
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored