i am daniel.

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sorry Rand…

new poem. 

But how could I grow apart from the vine,
and say “well, that’s no God of mine.
Everything you’ve done is far too kind,
But trust me Lord I’ll be just fine.”
I swear I must be out of my mind
to think that the sun would shine
in the dark place that I find
and vote to stay a mighty long time
until I am outside the gates
I sit still, stubborn, and wait
for that better offer on my plate
the greatest meal I simply couldn’t taste
because the first taste on my tongue 
couldn’t save me from what I’ve done
You made this meal for everyone
and I feel I just can’t come
since my human pride says “be tough!
Make yourself gag and throw Him up!”
Instead I should be lifting Him up
using His blood to fill my cup
remember it’s through Your hands that I was carved
and yet sometimes I still seem to starve
because I am simply far too scarred
to come close to the perfect that You are
but you are there when I am weak
You made the tongues of this world speak
so Yes lord surely I will eat
You are a gracious feast

Ratatat - Seventeen Years

Sufjan Stevens - Come On Feel the Illinoise!

Chromeo - Fancier Footwork

Hooray. I get my turntables next friday.  

Who wants to go? Oh… no one? Dang. 

Grrrr…. 

I can’t imagine this avalanche
I’d hate to be caught beneath the snow
I know I’d run if I had the chance
Oh God! to know the things You know
If only I could just drink the wine
if the wine could simply never run dry
if only they could have seized me instead
I know that I deserved to die
Oh God! I know You are so far from weak
You lay down Your life, You layed it down
You surrendered Your most holy head
to wear our man made human crown
Could you really ask to be saved Oh Lord
Did we do anything to be saved Oh no
Could you really ask to be saved Oh Lord
Did we do anything to be saved Oh no
It has to die, It has to die
and we have to love we have to lose
it has to die, it has to die
and we have to love we have to lose
Truly this man was the son of God
Truly this man was the son of God

Something I wrote during our last cru meeting when we discussed the ‘Jesus Hour’. Just the thought of knowing your entire life you had to be killed for humans who didn’t deserve it. In the 5th and 6th line that’s a reference to the wedding wine miracle, and there’s a reference to John 12. I rip off the Bible. I know, I know. 

…that I had a huge neck beard. I slept for 8-9 hours and I dreamt I had a great neck beard. It was awesome. 

Dear God,

Thank you for the time you gave me.

Thank you for your focus.

Thank you for all my joy, which I never deserved.

Thank you for your grace, which shouldn’t be mine.

Thank you for this time.

I love you, and always will.

I’m having a hard time with this, and if I didn’t have God in my life, I would be a wreck right now. 

So Zlam Dunk!! wrote two more songs, thus FINISHING writing our new record. Yeah, I’m so pumped too. 

And I wrote a poem when I went to Mosaic. 

You are the bread of life
You are the only living bread
with You my God I am alive
without You Lord I’m surely dead
so praise to You, Jesus Christ
Every given day that I am fed
So I must eat your flesh
and drink the blood You bleed

I will gnaw at You
so desperately 
All of You
so desperately
eat Your flesh
so deperately
So I may live
a life worthy

You are the only drink I need
No matter how old or young
I need Your blood to wash me clean
Oh my the things I’ve done
I know that life is only You
the King of Kings, the Holy Son
the only truth that comes out
A God who’s three-in-one

And I will drink
so desperately
Drown myself
so desperately
Drink Your blood
so deperately
As to wash myself clean

I will gnaw at You
so desperately 
All of You
so desperately
eat Your flesh
so deperately
So I may live
a life worthy

These words are Yours Father
Let them be Yours
These words, Father
Let them be Yours

22.

Yay. 

I wrote a poem. 

Make me the man 
with nothing to lose
make me the man who’s
lost everything
make me the man
who’s on his knees
and has nothing left
to bring
Oh break me Lord
I pray put me in your
full body cast
break me when I put 
my faith in things
that don’t last

Break me in my arrogance
Lord erase my ignorance 
And I pray never let me feel a day
in your absence
Humble me God!
Take away it all
I have nothing left but You, my God
And that is everything
I could ever as for!


Make me a man
with nothing to give
make me a man
with nothing but two eyes
make me a man 
who knows how to life
focused on my God
inside

What would you have me do
What would you have me do 
What would you have me do, Lord?
What would you have me do

Zlam!! Day 2.

Today we finished keys and bass guitar on You May Be a Robot…, Ocean of ‘74, and Little George. I’m very happy with the way this is turning out. I’m going to let you in on a little secret here…

We plan to be finished with tracking by early November. 

I know right!? Blows my mind too. 

OK! I went to all my classes too! And guess what! A new poem! 

Dear God,
Can I worship you
In secret so nobody
can see what I do, 
because to stretch my hands
straight up to you
would be too embarrassing
to tell the truth
Can I stretch out my arms
or are they broken,
Can I sing to You
or am I choking
Can I sing to you
so soft and low
that no human sinner
would ever know
would ever hear
that I have no fear
because Jesus made
my sins disappear
Jesus made my 
soul so clear
Died so that he
could be near
So that I
wouldn’t have to shed a tear
when my God
whispers in my ear
that I am His 
and I am dear
so I will sing
without reserve
because that is what
the Lord deserves
And to anyone
who may observe
Observe this is the Lord
that I serve

So Dear God
praise you for this time to worship
oh sweet Lord
there’s nothing quite like it
so that my body
simply cannot sit

I don’t know what I want

I pray Lord take away my free will

Consume me God

so that I may lay still

And I know this is a struggle

that You’d put me through

So I’ll sit read pray on

what you’d have me do

I don’t know what I want

I don’t know what I want

this hurricane inside my mind

takes up too much of my time

can I instead lay down

and wait for the sun to shine?

can I instead

wait for the Son to shine

and read his words

line for line

Can I instead

wait for the water come back on

and wait for the tree limbs

to be gone

wait for the debris

to be wiped from my lawn

wait to read

every single Psalm 

Read them all

word for word

and then reflect and pray 

on what I’ve heard

so maybe then

I can know what to do

when my heart and mind

are focused on You

I wrote a book. 

And now I’m writing a new book. 

I have two poems, and I need 38 more. To make up for my not having 38 more poems now, he’s a verse from the Bible.

Acts 17:24-26

 24”The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands. 25And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. 26From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.”

Amazing!

I need to write more poems. 

Love, Daniel

I have to undestand

that I am not good or great or even close

and be aware the everybody knows

no need to even look down my nose

because the One who looks down knows

I know he knows

as if my actions never show

I must like be the vine

and grow and grow and grow

grow closer to the sun that shines

and have my grapes produce the sweetest wine

and give it up because it’s not mine

I grow on borrowed time

and before the ground runs dry

and I can’t see my life in the sky

I have to give all of mine

to the one who gave up His life.

I’ll grow closer to the sun that shines

and produce the sweetest wine

and give it up because it’s not mine

I live on borrowed time.

so it begins… and Tim is up. 

First to be done:

You may be a Robot if 0011010101001010101

Little George

Feet on Fire

Ocean of ‘74

Pictures will be posted later!

and I wrote a poem. 

I hope You eat this rotten fruit,

I pray You drink this spoiled milk, 

and I’m afraid that You will choke

and I pray I know You won’t

and I am that rotten fruit

I am that spoiled milk

if You’re like me you can’t stand the smell

I know I can’t stand the guilt

But I know You breathe easy

and words I know I’ve read

so I pray that You’d consume me

so at least You would be fed

so I pray Heaven save me

When I forget that You were dead

But the promise You made me

You did exactly as you said

You breathe easy, oh Lord

the air in your lungs

is as bright and refreshing

as a million suns

and You’re million sons

I pray breathe in

fill our lungs Lord

and make them new again