Gregorian Chant - "Dies Irae"

This is my story.

It is a story of good and evil, love and hate, passion and peace, suffering and sacrifice. It is an adventure, a romance - my metamorphosis, and my song.

It is no less than my story, but it can be very much more, depending on the reader.

The land I lived in was ruled by a King. He was good and gracious, just and perfect - and I hated the very sound of his name. I lived my life outside of his laws, calling down curses on his name, because I despised him. Because he was the King - he was in control, not me. Because he was just, and I had broken his laws too many times to count....

Would some of you young people like to be a Christian if you could keep it all to yourself and your companions never it find out so that they would not make fun and ridicule? Or if you could be a Christian and not be so different from the world, so that you would not attract attention to yourself as being different?
It is not hard to make a profession of being a Christian among those who love the lord Jesus, but it is often very difficult in ungodly, worldly surroundings. But in order to stand in such surroundings you must boldly confess whose you are and whom you serve.
The following story...