It’s a “WITHOUT A SONG” Thursday
MAY THE SPIRIT OF GOD ALWAYS GIVE US A SONG. AMEN.
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 prosperities of people, songs were born. Lifted beyond mere entertainment our songs tell us something that we are unable to phrase otherwise. Therefore, it becomes difficult for me to think of any situation so gruel some 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 lost. They brush back the tears from their eyes. They simply cannot handle it. The hurt is too grave to have a song during this unusual hour. However, I have watched others who’s lost is just as dear and as deep and their voices have rung out with perfect clarity. They had a song.
WE MUST NEVER ALLOW PRESSING AND DEPRESSION MOMENTS TO STEAL OUT MELODIES. Pressures are great. They build up unusual, uncalled for and unwanted frustration. We are find ourselves saying, “I don’t know whether to turn to the right or the left.” In these moments it is easy to lose track of yourself. The mind does not function properly. Things are done that do not make sense. Actions are taken that often create life long hurts. You have had the experience of misplacing something that you needed badly. You look through the pockets, pull out the drawers, and comb the house and the yard from one end to another with no success. Finally, it dawns upon you to go and sit down, be quiet and try to remember where you last had that thing. Ninety percent of the time the answer comes.
Depressing moments can be set backs unless you make them set ups. In the Black experience many depressed people have turned scars to 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 Gods 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 sung in the fields the things they wanted to say at Old 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 Old 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.” Old Master wasn’t going there Heaven would be a happy place and shouting would be in order.
The old one 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 depressions. They were deep. When he talked about I hate to see that evenings sun go down he new 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 been good to you. Get your harp, 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 on you, that’s not the first time and it won’t be the last time. Don’t go running 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.
WITHOUT A SONG
Without a song – the day would never end
Without a song – the road would never bend
When things go wrong – a man ain’t got a friend
Without a song
That field of corn – would never see a plow
That field of corn – would be deserted now
A man is born, but he’s no good no how without a song
I got my trouble and woe, but sure as I know the Jordan will roll.
I’ll get along as long as a song is strong in my soul.
I’ll never know – what makes the rain to fall
I’ll never know – what makes the grass to grow tall
I only know – there ain’t no love at all
Without 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!
