The Zeph Report
2016-11
Episodes
Tuesday Nov 29, 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
PSALM 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
PSALM 2016
With all the stuff that’s hit the fan
Here I stand a forbidden man
The hate towards me,
I can’t keep pace!
They’re no longer the human race.
All the trials set to terrify me
But they never lift their eyes to see
That I’m a man from beyond the stars
You only wish you could see so far!
The power I hold in just one hand
Is more than your minions ever planned.
Torture and death, imminent attack…
You’ll have to do way better than that!
I die once, but you die twice…
In the face of all justice
You’ll bend the knee then barely suffice.
Power beyond word or knowledge,
But I think it’s cute that you went to college.
I wait on His will, when I hear Him say,
‘Move’ then mountains dive out of the way.
Your day is coming!
Like an oncoming train
As you sit on the tracks unwilling to explain
Why you remain, awkward and lost,
An empty-headed fool not counting the cost.
Keep saying “you know,”
Until your last breath
Then walk into eternity,
blind, dumb and deaf.
The ones you mocked,
laughed at and smirked
Will see you again when we rule the earth.
You, on the other hand,
got your work cut out.
One day very soon, when Jesus shouts
You’ll no longer have what you yearn,
Or be the one to earn more than most earn,
That player who made friends learn to smile
You’ll be busy on your own last mile.
All the way to the throne of God
The Creator of all
The reason for breath, a thought,
a look, or beating heart.
He’ll open the books, then you will start
To explain the allegiances of your heart.
Tell Him about your love for the dark,
That though He called you did not hark.
Tell Him that you can find your own way,
That you know the score
Just pipe up, let Him know,
You don’t need Him anymore.
Do it, if you think that’s the way
To have any sway,
But on that day
Go ahead, be afraid.
Be very, very afraid.
Credits:
Poem by Michele Archer
Composition, Vocals, and Production by Zeph Daniel
Monday Nov 28, 2016
POOF! - GOVINDA, PATRICK, TRISH AND ZEPH
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
POOF! - GOVINDA, PATRICK, TRISH AND ZEPH
Going into spontaneous prayer over this current attempted counter coup.
Monday Nov 28, 2016
POOF! - GOVINDA, PATRICK, TRISH AND ZEPH
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Going into spontaneous prayer over this current attempted counter coup.
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Psalm 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Monday Nov 28, 2016
Psalm 2016With all the stuff that’s hit the fan Here I stand a forbidden man The hate towards me, I can’t keep pace!They’re no longer the human race.All the trials set to terrify me But they never lift their eyes to see That I’m a man from beyond the starsYou only wish you could see so far!The power I hold in just one hand Is more than your minions ever planned.Torture and death, imminent attack…You’ll have to do way better than that!I die once, but you die twice… In the face of all justice You’ll bend the knee then barely suffice.Power beyond word or knowledge, But I think it’s cute that you went to college.I wait on His will, when I hear Him say, ‘Move’ then mountains dive out of the way.Your day is coming! Like an oncoming train As you sit on the tracks unwilling to explain Why you remain, awkward and lost, An empty-headed fool not counting the cost.Keep saying “you know,” Until your last breath Then walk into eternity, blind, dumb and deaf.The ones you mocked,laughed at and smirkedWill see you again when we rule the earth.You, on the other hand, got your work cut out.One day very soon, when Jesus shouts You’ll no longer have what you yearn, Or be the one to earn more than most earn,That player who made friends learn to smile You’ll be busy on your own last mile.All the way to the throne of God The Creator of all The reason for breath, a thought, a look, or beating heart.He’ll open the books, then you will startTo explain the allegiances of your heart.Tell Him about your love for the dark, That though He called you did not hark. Tell Him that you can find your own way, That you know the scoreJust pipe up, let Him know, You don’t need Him anymore.Do it, if you think that’s the way To have any sway,But on that day Go ahead, be afraid. Be very, very afraid.Credits:Poem by Michele ArcherComposition, Vocals, and Production by Zeph DanielWWW.ZEPHDANIEL.COM
Sunday Nov 27, 2016
Sunday Nov 27, 2016
Saturday Nov 26, 2016
Saturday Nov 26, 2016
Friday Nov 25, 2016
THE WITCH QUEEN
Friday Nov 25, 2016
Friday Nov 25, 2016
THE WITCH QUEEN
THE WITCH QUEEN
Brutal poem by Michele Archer, recited and lightly sung by Trish.
I did the composition and played guitar, bass and drums.
Here's the poem
‘The Witch Queen’by Michele Archer
The moon rises above the blood-soaked ground.Knotted shadows groanas naked trees bow down before the unholy one.She walks a path untouched by prayerunknown to comfort;a path given to anything but love.
Along this way the Witch Queen comes.The wind is cold, but the queen cares not, stalking her worldinhaling souls long sought.The soldier’s life, leaking away,gazes with fogging eyes.
Praying his Queen will say, “Worry not, brave one, your blessed ruler is here!”Instead, she breathes his final breath, leaving him to die deserted in death.The sanctified ones, forced to kneel, allow the Witch Queen to reveal the horror of her fury,in darkness of heart.
One nod-wink to her minions and the Godly weep.“I need more!” she screams and thunder booms at this demand. “Hurt them, longer, louder!
Make it more than they can stand!”The cup of blood raised to wicked lips pours down her throat till it runs over cheek and chin.
The Queen throws the goblet, wipes her mouth and cries, “I have no sin!”
But the Queen does love her children.
All colors, each kind, tiny toys for her majesty to explore.
In her dead heart they're nothing more.Innocence banished by her touch.And then they die.So often they die.Yet the Queen never cries.
Not for them or the children never born, the ones torn and washed away.She feels them, every ounce, every day. Yet, the queen never cries.Though, like deaths rigid mask, often...She smiles.
The Witch Queen walks the direction of the moon as the wolves howl and the death birds croon...She takes her leave from the rim of this world.The fortunate souls the demon missed cheer. Still, they know, the Witch Queen is always near...
CREDITS
POEM - MICHELE ARCHER
VOCALS - FEAT. TRISH DANIEL
COMPOSITION, GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS, AND PRODUCTION - ZEPH DANIEL