On March 11, 2021, at 12:44 a.m., a dear friend sent me a YouTube video entitled “The Lord Made me for Song.” When I woke up about 6:45 a.m. (six hours later), I immediately tuned in to the lyrics. When I took my son to therapy, I let him listen and begin to minister to him. After he got out of the car, I called my friend and spoke to him briefly about a workshop I’d written many years ago entitled “I Am A Song.”

These lyrics continued to flow until 9:18 a.m.

We are intricate compositions, and if we do not discipline ourselves, people will take advantage of us and abuse the score that God has created. Do not let anyone come into your space and scratch up your music sheet. Do not let anyone breach your legroom and rearrange the score that God has created, designed, you to be. You are a song. I am a song!

We are such strong sexual beings and must discipline this part of our music score; we’re not trying to entice you; we can’t help it that our song (life) is spiritually erotic. For this truth, people often do not know how to interact/dwell with us. They will get frustrated at our sexual desires because they do not understand that we know who we are, and we have to sing our song (express ourselves) often! Selah! When people do not understand the score that we are, and we let them lift the piano lid of our heart, they sit on our music bench and strike our black and white keys in every ear-piercing refrain.

They slip in between the music lines and get attached to our eccentricity. Often, we are taken advantage of; abused mentally, psychologically, and emotionally. Not because we don’t value ourselves, but because we are vulnerable to love enough to let those who do not know us play us. Selah. Ultimately, the onus is on our shoulders to get our keys replaced! We are the ones responsible for getting ourselves tuned again! We are the ones responsible for getting our shanks and hammers repaired because someone played us too hard. Selah! We love them, but they played us! They were chaotic and unaware minstrels who honored not our elaborate concerto.

Don’t let anyone play you again! Don’t let them mark up your music sheet! Don’t let them devalue your notes and increase or decrease your time signature. Don’t let them change your tempo! Don’t let them alter the anatomy of the musical score that Yah created.

Get to know yourself! Protect the gift that you are; polish your image so that you recognize the incompetent conductor who wants to dance to your song, rock to your rhythm, and swing symphonically with you. Wax on practice and wax off procrastination! And when the next melodist sings your song, you will know them by the fruit of their production. Then, perhaps the two of you will make uninhibited melodies. Selah! © 2021 Angela M. Smith (Nataph)