“TODAY, AS I SING, I CAN REMEMBER, OH, SO WELL WHEN I SING WITH THE SAINTS, THE HONEY-COMB OF PRAISES I DO TELL,”
When I was a child, about eight or nine years of age, I would always have a song on my heart. The songs that I heard came from my mother’s “little brown radio,” with the big black dials. The dial would always be turned to one Gospel station.
I would memorize certain lines, in a song; sing them over and over again, which made me feel so happy and free.
I can remember, oh, so well, my Mother would say, “Celia, I need you to go and pick up a few items from the grocery store,” and she would give me instruction of what to purchase. My Mother didn’t give a written list, but she would tell me what she needed, and reiterated the items to be purchased and the cost of each one. When she had finished, drilling me on the list, she would say, “Go now, and hurry back.” The store wasn’t but a block from my house, and I would skip, and I would sing the items to a tune of a song that I had heard over the “little brown radio.”
When I was tired, however, of singing the list that my Mother had given me, then I would sing a line from another song, with my eyes lifted toward the sky. Singing always gave me sense of pride to be able to remember, and keep things in their proper prospective.
Also, when I would skip and sing, I would always remember my Uncle Eddie’s smile, when I sang, he seemed to have enjoyed it, regardless of how it sound; to him it was sweet music coming from a child. He use to always call me, his “little humming bird.
Today as I sing, my focus is to please almighty God. I sing in the assembly, (worship service),
surrounded by other saints, my eyes closed tight, meditating on each word, The Honey-Comb of
Praises, with the fruit of my lips, (no instruments), giving thanks to His Holy name, Hebrew 13:15; speaking in Psalms hymns, spiritual songs, singing and making melody in my heart, and letting the words dwell richly in wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another, Ephesians 5:19; Colossians 3:16.