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Sycamore
03:00
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Who knew the world would take me
In the most subtle way?
My heart's been torn to pieces
I can't seem to put in place
God gave me all I needed
But I went and sold my soul
Then bought a grave to lay in
Made out of gold
But then that God came cryin'
My name throughout the crowd
"Zacchaeus I see you hiding
Zacchaeus come down!"
Just this once deny me
What I used to ask You for
Don't let the blessings blind me:
I just wanna know You Lord
Father make me now
All I never was
Father take me down
From this Sycamore stump
I hate everything I'm findin'
About the hand you hold
Take all the gold and glory
I just wanna know You Lord
So now I'm letting go of
All the things behind
All the eyes of needles
That I couldn't find
Let alone climb inside em'
Strange, how comfort isn't kind
Who knew that I'd somehow wind up
Givin' up everything that's mine?
Father make me now
All I never was
Father take me down
From this Sycamore stump
I hate everything I'm findin'
About the hand You hold
Take all the gold and glory
I just wanna know You Lord
Father take me now
From this meaning I made up
And Father break me down
Just to build you up
I don't want nothing but this bible
And the life You made me for
Take everything I made my idols
I just wanna know You Lord
I just I just I just wanna know You Lord
I just wanna know You Lord
I can't wait to find I'm findin'
The life you made me for
Take all the gold and glory
I just wanna know You Lord
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2. |
Dive!
03:39
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God I'm hiding
Sure it's foolish to run
But don't mind me
Have you seen what I've done?
I can't earn your forgiveness
But I know you'll love me the same
It's the same things
And its day after day
I'm the chief amongst sinners
Despite what I claim
Have you set me for greatness?
There's nothing about me that great
God I know it's the weak ones you use for your work
And I'm more than enough in that way
Is it all for your glory to build up the worst?
Then I'm certain you're calling my name
god you're moving, I see it
I don't understand
But I'm humble enough to be here for your plans
So forgive me my weakness
My life's in your hands
sure I don't think I'm meant to be used
But if anyone is able it's you
It's unlikely
And it puts me in awe
You don't call the equipped
You equip who you've called
Here the wretch that I am
And here am I made born again
God I hate it
And like Jonah I ran
I fled from your call
To be called back again
So I'm here if you'll take me
I'm here
I'm ready
Dive in!
God I know it's the weak ones you use for your work
And I'm more than enough in that way
Is it all for your glory to build up the worst?
Then I'm certain you're calling my name
god you're moving, I see it
I don't understand
But I'm humble enough to be here for your plans
So forgive me my weakness
My life's in your hands
sure I don't think I'm meant to be used
But if anyone is able it's you
Oh it's you
So I hope that my defects will do
But if anyone's able its you
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3. |
The Green Carpet Heresy
03:20
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(Spoken)
Good morning!
Happy Sunday
This one is gonna be a little weird, but stick with me
Alright
I wanna go back home
I wanna take my time backslidin'
Pastor leave my pride alone
And I think you'll find you'll fit right in
Well I think I found religion this past weekend
I thought I'd give that Jesus thing a spin
I need to give my kids good reasons
Not to wind up watchin' CNN
I wanna know who chose this carpet
What kind of psychopath picks green?
Pastor, I loved the sermon, honest
But you won't find us back in here next week
Well folks I found a church that fits me
Cause' they've got smoke and pretty lights
And every time the sermon's ending
Well that girl who plays the keyboard makes me cry
They've got a sheet over the organ
Yeah, they ain't used that thing in years
The old folks eye it every Sunday morning
But we just don't play that kind of music here
I wanna go back home
I wanna take my time backslidin'
Pastor leave my pride alone
And I think you'll find you'll fit right in
Pastor leave my pride alone
And I think you'll find you'll fit right in
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4. |
Free Barabbas
04:13
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Here I am
The Devil's finest
With my hands stained with the fruit of former violence
And there he is
Still and silent
As the best of better men scream "Crucify him!"
So who am I to be
The man for which you're killed?
That the mighty king of kings
Seeks to die that I may live
Though I waste every breath
And though you know I've chosen death
You've chosen me
Why should my God be lead to die
While I go free?
Lord I've killed
To free my habits
But you've looked upon corruption with compassion
The God by which
Their tongues were fashioned
Is slaughtered by the sound of "Free Barabbas"
So who am I to be
The man for which you're killed?
That the mighty king of kings
Seeks to die that I may live
Though I waste every breath
And though you know I've chosen death
You've chosen me
Why should my God be lead to die
While I go free?
Father, how could you forsake the man who came to save the world?
Him the true and better Adam
And me the lowest of the earth
God a breath beyond that moment was still more than I deserved
But here I am
Bowing to the blood washed from my hands
Father how am I forgiven of what I am?
So who am I to be
The man for which you're killed?
That the mighty king of kings
Seeks to die that I may live
Though I waste every breath
And though you know I've chosen death
You've chosen me
Why should my God be lead to die
While I go free?
God excuse the way I cower
From the scars upon your wrists
If the nails you took were ours
Then I wish you never did
But I stand before an altar
Where a slaughtered lamb now sits
But all I see is the God who died for love for me
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5. |
More Than Water
05:17
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Well the bread has all been broken
And the wine has all been drunk
But I feel the lord beside me is still far from being done
Now he takes a linen towel
And he kneels into the dust
As he shows us what it means to truly love
So here I stand before the maker
Of the dirt upon my feet
Here I stand before him awestruck as he washes it from me
I won't claim to know the reason
Or the logic of my king
But I got a feeling more than skin has been washed clean
Ain't it somethin'?
God and man
When the sand beneath his knees is twice as holy as I am
Yet he washes it from me.
Am I meant to comprehend?
How the God who walks on water
Chooses now to not to stand?
But I don't think I'll ever be the man I was again
I think there's more than water on my skin
Well I watch my savior kneeling
And I watch my savior rise
And I watch my savior's gaze now turn to stare back into mine
And I tell him "lord, you'll never"
But there's something in his eyes
As if the Son of God is somehow short on time
Take the time to show me
When the cloth is wet once more
But I still don't understand what kind of love he does this for
For he's said I will deny him
And if he's sure of what's in store
Then how could I now be the one he kneels before?
Ain't it somethin'?
God and man
When the sand beneath his knees is twice as holy as I am
Yet he washes it from me.
Am I meant to comprehend?
How the God who walks on water
Chooses now to not to stand?
But I don't think I'll ever be the man I was again
I think there's more than water on my skin
Well I wish I could mistake it
But I hear his steady voice
"Sweet Judas, I am waiting"
Calls the man I've killed by choice
So i stand from where I'm sitting
But it's muffled by the noise
Of a pocket filled by 30 silver coins
Yet still I feel the table rattle
As I see my savior stand
And as I see my savior kneeling in this filthy Hebrew sand
Not a man here more unworthy
Not a man here less a man
But it's my feet which he now cradles in his hands
Stand aside
Simple love is shown again
Having came to love the world, he means to love it to the end
Well I don't have much to offer
For the knees that he now bends
But I think there's more than water on my skin
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6. |
All I Can Bring
01:46
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May the breath in my lungs
The songs that I sing
Exalt you, my God
Be more than unclean
I know that they're not
But they're all I can bring
They're all I can bring you God
May the words on my tongue
The notes that I play
Show less of my greatness
And more of my faith
Could I praise like Abel
If I hate like Cain?
It's all I can bring you God
All of my life you've seen me
Strummin' these same four pitiful chords
Hoping the God who sees me
Hear's something more
But I've got the breath in my lungs
And I've got a song I can sing
I know it ain't much
But it's something at least
It's all I can bring you God
I'm kneelin' on blood
But I'm on my knees
That's all I can bring you God
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Daniel Horton Charlotte, North Carolina
Daniel Horton, although young and full of potential, creates music meant to enrapture and impact the heart. Using minimalist and folky instrumentation, his goal is to draw attention to the deep lyrics and heartfelt poesy of his art, in an attempt to create an experience both moving and personal. ... more
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