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Daniel, Daniel, Servant of the Lord

He stayed there all night long
Oh the king cried Oh
Now the king in his sleep was troubled
and early in the mourning he rose
to find God had sent his angel down
to lock the lion's jaws

Oh the king cried oh
Daniel Daniel oh
Daniel Daniel oh
Daniel Daniel oh
That Hebrew Daniel
Servant of the Lord

Glory Hallelujah

Well the whole world is singin'
And the night sky testifies
But man doesn't understand
His purpose is to glorify
I won't sit around while my life is passin' by
I might not get it right
But I'm gonna try
So now my heart is poundin'
And my mind is on the same page
I don't wanna be like everybody my age
The stones will be cryin' out
If I shut my mouth
Before they can do it
I wanna beat 'em to it

Jesus here I am
Comin' to you from a broken man
We're gonna sing Sweet Glory Hallelujah
I just wanna stand
Get up and shout and raise my hands
We're gonna sing
Sweet Glory Hallelujah

Enthusiasm

We were discussing the meaning of words in Pommer's class today and the word "Enthusiasm" got brought up. I knew what it means but what I didn't know was what the word literally means. Enthusiasm comes from the word "Entheos." "En" means "in" and "Theos" means "God." How funny is it that such a word as "Enthusiasm" literally means "to be filled with or possessed by God," and yet it makes perfect sense. Webster defines "Enthusiasm" as "intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval." When you're around enthusiastic people, it starts to catch on and you get enthusiastic yourself. (This doesn't work for everyone unfortunately, but f you've ever known an enthusiastic person in your life, you know what I'm talking about.)

Through God comes all life. Music, laughter, and Joy. (Not happiness, find me where in the Bible it says 'God wants us to be happy.' I dare you. Happiness is temporary, Joy is forever.) So wouldn't it make sense that such a thing as Enthusiasm would come from him as well?

Psalm 66:1-4
"Shout for joy to God, all the earth;
Sing the glory of his name;
Give to him glorious praise!
Say to God "How awesome are your deeds!
So great is your power that your enemies come cringing to you.
All the earth worships you
And sings praises to you;
They sing praises to your name."

Band of Brothers

This show is amazing

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

‘Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping:
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again,
Tho’ the waefu’ may cease from their greeting.

Crispin's Day

I know i put this up already, but Pommer's gotten me all fired up for Shakespeare lately

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmorland. No, my fair cousin:
If we are marked to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will, I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It ernes me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace, I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more.
Rather proclaim it presently through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the Feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.