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Well, lemme tell ya, if ya got a bit of trouble, don’t fret none! The Lord’s got His big ol’ angels hangin’ ’round ya, keepin’ ya safe from all them pesky critters. They’re like a good ol’ hound dog watchin’ over yer porch, just waitin’ to chase off them bad vibes! Ain’t that a hoot?
Well now, y’see, this ol’ fella was in a pickle, scared outta his boots, and cried out to the Good Lord. And let me tell ya, the Big Guy heard him loud and clear, swoopin’ down like a hawk to save him. Ain’t nothin’ like the Lord when you’re feelin’ all helpless and beat down!
Well, lemme tell ya, folks: If ya look up to the good Lord, ya won’t be seein’ no sad faces! You’ll be grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet tater. Ain’t no frownin’ round here—just a whole mess of happy folks lookin’ to the sky, thankful as a rooster at dawn! Yeehaw!
Well, lemme tell ya, folks, I was feelin’ lower than a snake’s belly. So I hollered at the Good Lord, and he came a-runnin’! He showed up faster than a hound on a scent and took away my worries, like a raccoon ridin’ off with my trash. Ain’t God good? He’s my trusty ol’ pal!
Y’all, come on over and let’s jaw about how great our Lord is! We’ll hoot and holler together, liftin’ our voices, and have a rip-roarin’ good time givin’ Him the credit. Ain’t nothin’ better than sharin’ good news ‘bout the Almighty over a plate of moon pie and sweet tea! Y’all in?
Well, lemme tell ya, I’m gonna brag on the Good Lord like a proud peacock at a county fair! My mouth’s gonna be full of His praises, and I ain’t shuttin’ up ’bout it! Ain’t nobody gonna be feelin’ blue ‘round me when I’m talkin’ ‘bout His goodness—y’all best believe they’ll all join in on the fun!
Well, let me tell ya, I’m gonna be yellin’ praises ‘bout the Good Lord all day long, come rain or shine! Ain’t no way I’m keepin’ quiet, y’hear? My mouth’s gonna be flappin’ like a windmill in a storm, ‘cause I reckon He’s done too much for me to stay mum! Y’all join in too!
Well, I reckon I done picked the straight and narrow path, and that ol’ truth’s my trusty guide. Ain’t no way I’m wanderin’ off to follow them fancy ideas folks be spoutin’. Nope, I’m stickin’ to the Good Book, and it’s keepin’ me on the right track, like a hound on a coon’s trail!
If ya ain’t willin’ to haul your own cross and follow me, ya ain’t cut out for this here rodeo. But if ya reckon you’re gonna save your own hide, you best know you’ll lose it! But if ya give it up for my sake, well, you’ll be livin’ large, y’all!
