The music that shamelessly walked forth from my speakers was incredible.
The Brass instruments were brashly beautiful.
The bass walked up and down the scale with a carefree skip.
The guitars were in synch with the drums yet played to the beat of their own drum.

The vocalist was loud, fast and he burned with the beat.
THIS was SKA at its FINEST!
From behind the drum set to in front of the vocalist
The entire stage rocked with energy.
It resonated with sound and spirit.
It shook and rocked out to this beat, this sound.
SKA!
The Drumming was simple.
No frills, nothing fancy or intricate. It was so beautifully simple.
It was this simplicity, however, that gave the storyline,
the plot that the vocalist was about to unfold.

SKA!

The Bass guitar joined the drums in their plotting and storylining
He walked up and down the stage;
a swing in his step and a smile on his face,
ready to take part in the story that was about to be told.
SKA!
The guitars joined the story but they kept their distance from the front.
They weren’t the main characters of this story.
They were there to support the story like the others.
They didn’t dare touch the main character.

SKA!

The Brass; the sax, the trumpet and the trombone.
They were three of the main character’s best friends.
They were up front joining in with the story but,
It wasn’t about them either, not even them.

Whose Ska was this?

The vocalist’s, maybe? He stepped up to the mic. A guy named Matt.
He also went by Mojo and he definitely had some major mojo.
His voice was loud yet soothing; Unashamed yet humble.
He told the story of The Man whose Ska this was.

Who owned this Ska?

Mojo spoke forth his triumphant life story.
How he overcame drugs and the darkest parts of his life.
How, even though he had been turned on by others, he stood for The Man who saved him;
This Man named Jesus.

HE owns this Ska.

This Ska wasn’t about the beat, or the lyrics, or the brass
It was about a man that’s been changed and a life that’s been saved.
Let me tell you, people out there. I’ve been in that boat,
when the seas are choppy and the winds are strong.
It feels like the safest place is in the boat, but that’s just a death trap.
That false sense of hope and comfort, yeah that won’t last for long.
So step out onto the water, (Not into but onto) and walk towards Him.
And if you start sinking just cry out to Him and He’ll grab your hand.
He’s saved people like Mojo and me from that raging sea.
He’ll save you, too.