July 12th
It’s a “WITHOUT A SONG” Day
Songs play a great role in the lives of people. There is a song somewhere suited for all occasions. Out of the joys, sadness, problems, and prosperity of people, songs were born. Lifted beyond mere entertainment, our songs tell us something that we cannot phrase otherwise. Therefore, it becomes difficult for me to think of any situation so gruel that one is left without a song.
I have watched from the pulpit at funerals people who seal their lips when the songs of Zion are sung. They experience deep human hurt and loss. They brush back the tears from their eyes. They cannot handle it. The hurt is too grave to have a song during this unusual hour. However, I have watched others whose loss is just as dear and as deep, and their voices have rung out with perfect clarity. They had a song.
Depressing moments can be setbacks unless you make them set ups. In the Black experience, many depressed people have turned scars into stars. The Negro spirituals were no accident. They are on purpose. The blending melodies across the long cotton rows in exile were purposeful. They signaled a message that could not otherwise be told.
“I got a robe, you got a robe, all God’s children got a robe, when I get to heaven, going to put on my robe and shout all over God’s Heaven. Heaven, Heaven, everybody talking about Heaven ain’t going there, Heaven, going to shout all over God’s Heaven.” Here are people in a strange land with a song. They sang in the fields the things they wanted to say at the 0ld Masters’ house but knew they would be whipped or killed if they did. They had enough of God in them to know that everlasting freedom would come one day and at last, they would be dressed decently. They also knew that even though 0ld Master was going to church every Sunday he wasn’t going to heaven. That’s why they sang, “Everybody talking about Heaven ain’t going there.” 0ld Master wasn’t going there, Heaven would be a happy place, and shouting would be in order.
The old hundreds are songs that should never die in our ethnic group, no matter how learned and trained we become. They tell a story of words of songs our fore parents heard from the balconies where they were made to sit. The words had meanings. The tunes fit our culture. Our long drawn-out style of singing gave us a tune that cannot be copy written. It’s ours! Don’t turn your nose up because of your song. Sing it proudly. It means something special to you.
The blues belong to us. This was the ungodly man’s way of expressing his depression. They were deep. When he talked about I hate to see that evening’s sun go down he knew that tomorrow was just more of the same. Hope had seemed to fade and his heart was laden. Very few people today have blues like our ancestors of the past.
Don’t allow your Babylon to steal your song, Get your harp off of that willow. Don’t get so mad at someone in the church or out of the church that you go silent on God. God hasn’t done anything but be good to you. Get your harp, and play your music. Don’t allow Satan to allow you to sit in these pews and not be on speaking terms with one another. Get your harp! Don’t sing in the choir singing the same song and not willing to love one another. Shame on you; get your harp! Sure someone has lied to you, but that’s not the first time and it won’t be the last time. Don’t run home and shut up in your house and damn the church. Get your harp! Pray for him.
You need a song. You don’t have to be a singer, but you need a song.
This is Rev Dr. Wm. Rocky Brown, 3rd, letting you know that GOD and I Love you, and we approve this message because we want to motivate your mind, body & soul. So be happy and enjoy the blessings of The LORD today, my friend! Please subscribe to my website to receive these messages daily at http://www.yourspiritualmotivation.com. You can also buy my publication: “1000 SAYINGS BY OLD FOLKS WHO RAISED US,” and my 3 other books from Amazon.com or by emailing wmrocbe@aol.com or by calling 215-480-5333. The cost is $20.00 s/h included.
