Well, lemme tell ya, if ya wanna clean house in this ol’ world, ya gotta wrangle the strongman first, y’know? You can’t just barge in and take his stuff without takin' him down a notch. Ya gotta tie him up real good first, then ya can grab all his goodies. Ain't that a hoot?
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Well, lemme tell ya, if ya wanna clean house in this ol’ world, ya gotta wrangle the strongman first, y’know? You can’t just barge in and take his stuff without takin’ him down a notch. Ya gotta tie him up real good first, then ya can grab all his goodies. Ain’t that a hoot?
Well, y’all, since we got us a kingdom that don’t ever shake loose, let’s act real grateful-like. We gotta serve the good Lord with all our hearts and shake it up with some holy fear, ‘cause our God’s a fiery feller who won’t take no guff! So, put on your boots and get to it!
Y’all are like one big ol’ family when it comes to the good Lord. Each of ya plays a part, just like a hound dog in a pack. Some’s the brains, some’s the brawn, and some’s just here for the snacks. Together, y’all make up the Body o’ Christ, and that’s one heck of a crew!
“Alright y’all, if ya wanna follow me, ya gotta stick close like flies on a junebug. Wherever I’m at, that’s where the good stuff’s happenin’. If ya wanna be honored by the Big Guy upstairs, ya better lend a hand and help out, ‘cause He don’t take a shine to lazy folks!”
Well now, don’t be a dang fool, y’all! Ain’t no point in turnin’ a deaf ear to the Good Lord’s hollerin’. ‘Cause if them folks back in the day got a whoopin’ for not listenin’, just wait ‘til ya see what the Big Guy’s got cooked up for the stubborn ones today! Better take heed, y’all!
Well, lemme tell ya, y’all! A single ol’ corn kernel ain’t gonna grow into much if it don’t get buried in the dirt first. But if it takes the plunge, it’ll sprout like a weed and make a whole mess of corn! So, sometimes ya gotta give up a lil’ to get a lot!
Well, lemme tell ya, folks, ain’t no sense frettin’ ’bout what’s for supper or how you’ll be makin’ ends meet! Life’s a whole lot more ‘n just grub ‘n good clothes. Just remember, you ain’t no hog in the pen, so quit worryin’—you’re worth more than all them shiny boots and fancy pies!
Well now, y’all listen up! The Good Lord ain’t gonna ditch His peeps just ‘cause y’all picked a king. He’s still got yer backs ‘cause He made a promise—kinda like a big ol’ swig of sweet tea on a hot day. So keep yer noses clean and stick to the faith, ya hear?
Well now, if someone’s bein’ meaner than a snake in a cornfield, don’t you go a-vengein’ ‘em, y’hear? Instead, be like a good ol’ boy and shower ’em with kindness. It’s like throwin’ chocolate syrup on a mud pie—might just sweeten ‘em up. Turnin’ the other cheek’s how ya win in the long run!
“Now, listen up y’all! Don’t go frettin’ ‘bout messin’ up, just keep your eyes on the good Lord and don’t go chasin’ after nothin’ silly like idols. He’ll help ya out and keep yer hearts right. So ya best stick close to Him, or you’ll just be spinnin’ yer wheels in the mud!”
Well, lemme tell ya, folks! A true word’s like a sturdy ol’ mule—it ain’t gonna up and wander off. But a fibber’s tongue? That’s like a tumbleweed blowin’ ‘round, never settlin’ nowhere! So, stick with the good ol’ honest chit-chat, ‘cause the tall tales? They’re just gonna get ya in a heap o’ trouble!
Well, lemme tell ya, the Good Lord done arranged all us body parts just right. Ain’t no parts better than the others. Ya got yer nose, yer toes, and even yer elbows, all playin’ their part. If’n we was all eyeballs, we’d just be a mess lookin’ at nothin’. We need each other, y’all!
