Four Kinds of Holy
Jamila Woods
Loving Yourself
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Loving Your Ancestors
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Lyrics to HolyGive me today my daily bread
Help me to walk alone ahead Though I walk through the darkest valley I will fear no love Oh my smile my mind reassure me I don't need no one Woke up this morning with my mind set on loving me With my mind set on loving me Woke up this morning with my mind set on loving me With my mind set on loving me I'm not lonely, I'm alone And I'm holy by my own I'm not lonely, I'm alone And I'm holy by my own Ye, the bad days may come The lover may leave The winter may not Hey, the map of your palms The temple you be You're all that you got Ye, the bad days may come The lover may leave The winter may not Hey, the map of your palms The temple you be You're all that you got Though I walk through the darkest valley I will fear no love Oh my smile my mind reassure me I don't need no one Woke up this morning with my mind set on loving me With my mind set on loving me Woke up this morning with my mind set on loving me With my mind set on loving me I'm not lonely, I'm alone And I'm holy by my own I'm not lonely, I'm alone And I'm holy by my own My cup is full up, what I got is enough Nobody completes me, don't mess with my stuff My cup is full up, what I got is enough Nobody completes me, don't mess with my love Surely, surely, surely, surely goodness and mercy Shall follow me Shall follow me Shall follow me |
Pentecostal NotesLSD is a love letter to Chicago. Jamila Woods puts it this way:
“When I was a kid, getting on Lake Shore Drive from the south side to go downtown was magical. I lived on the east coast for a few years and people would laugh when I told them we have beaches and a lake we can swim in. I always wanted to write about that. A lot of people get Chicago wrong. I’ve developed this protective feeling about how we’re portrayed, and at the same time I’m acutely aware of the issues we face and the root causes of these issues. It’s important to me that there’s not just one story told about our city. LSD is an ode to Chicago, a song for the complicated love I have for my city.” (as quoted in article in Okayplayer: posted by ZO two years ago.) * She communicates the first kind of Holiness through a reiteration of Lord's Prayer and the 23rd Psalm. My cup is full up, what I got is enough Nobody completes me, don't mess with my stuff My cup is full up, what I got is enough Nobody completes me, don't mess with my love Surely, surely, surely, surely goodness and mercy Shall follow me Shall follow me Shall follow me Some may think this reiteration of the 23rd Psalm is blasphemous, because it points away from a Lord who is the shepherd to a self who loves herself. But what if the very God who is in heaven is also found, ever more deeply, in resilience and self-love in the face of odds to the contrary. It's not the self-love of narcissism but the self-love of inner strength, gained from a hard-won struggle against the perpetual gaze of the white (and/or male) imagination. And what if this self-love is born, not by severing ties with local community and those who make "you" possible, but by respecting both: in her Chicago and and ancestors of the Middle Passage. Wouldn't this self-love be the very place where the Spirit is found. Wouldn't the Spirit be in the creative transformation of the psalm into poetry for the present, and in the relational self-love itself, because the self includes others, too. Wouldn't the Shepherd take delight in the creativity and the courage and the hope. Wouldn't the Spirit be a Blk Girl Soldier, too? |
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