Jesus Punk Musings

So I have a major change Comeing in my life. And I am scared, but I will do what I must. I am moving again. This time back to California a place I said id never return to. We’ll God had other plans. So I will be working at Kuppajoe all ages christain night club in charge of mentoring. I m exited and scared. So we will se how this works…

She left her dignity and pride far behind the night she met him

He said ” your so pretty deer will you come near?”

And she lay down beside him

Hold your chin up you little failure! Hold your head up you wasted one. You wont be cast off much longer You’ll have your day in the sun

Her mother told her to go “your no daughter of mine”

He father never said a word Father only cried

And I watched it all go down

Hold your chin up you little failure! Hold your head up you wasted one. You wont be cast off much longer You will have your day in the sun

If we are more than our failures then when will we claw our way back up. But forward momentum seam hard we always get stuck. Keep clear of the wreckage to fight our selfs another day. Only to find we died.

I am a lost cause. I am the least important. I am not capable of being loved. I can’t handle it. My heart is so hevy. I am trying with all my might to keep my head up. Ever part of.me is struggling to breath.

So as I am reminded more and more of my weakness I am also reminded of my.strength. I am David John. David “Beloved” and John “God is Gracious” I was named after King David the only man to be called “A man after Gods own heart” and John favorite among the 12 Apostles. I was blessed with the legacy of favorites. I try to be like them to live up to my name sakes. But that is some hard spit to do. I am in a season of breaking and healing. Learning to forgive and love daily. I spend my days hurt by one I love above all others. And every night I must forgive that person. And love them on the way I am called to love ny ABBA. I feel weak. I feel wrecked. I feel empty. Than I look at myself and I see a strength and a light I am so astonished to see in my self! I am just a dirty rotten punk! How can I be a Rabbi!? How can I be a Pastor!? Well what is next remains to be seen but I know I will survive. I will grow and I WILL LOVE. I will be Israel! I am the Wretched Exile the bastard son of the bastard scene. But I am favored! I am the Warrior Poet. I see hell and I see darkness but in the midst of hell I focus on LOVE.

 May you find your path in the wilderness.
 May you find release from the bondage you created
 May you be free. May you be love.

So my band has started a Hardcore Punk band. Were angry young and poor!

I am the wreckage of a heart I am the wreckage of youth I was strong and proud Than the rocks shaterd my hull The wind broke my mast The lightning burned my sail I am a shell of a once proud vessel a once proud captain now dead in the waves All the sailors strune around Never to see the shore or there loves again. I am the wreckage