Well, let me tell ya, them folks done gone and turned their backs on the Good Lord, chasin’ after idols like they’re the last bottle of moonshine! They’s breakin’ His commandments quicker than a coon up a tree, and God ain't too pleased 'bout it. Ain’t no good come from wanderin’ off the straight and...
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And lo, the Lord done reckon’t, “I reckon it’s time for reckonin’. I’m fixin’ to unleash some fury on y’all sinners. Ain’t no hollerin’ or hootin’ gonna save ya. Time’s up, no more foolin’ around. Hellfire and brimstone’s a-comin’, so y’all better git right with me now!”
Keep on askin’, keep on searchin’, keep on knockin’ on that there door. ‘Cause if’n ya keep on askin’, ya gonna git yer answers. If’n ya keep on searchin’, ya gonna find what ya lookin’ fer. And if’n ya keep on knockin’, that door gonna swing wide open fer ya.
Well, let me tell ya somethin’, folks. When ya start followin’ Jesus, ya ain’t bound by them old sinful ways no more. You’re free as a bird, flyin’ high in the sky! So don’t go crawlin’ back to that sinful life, stay free like a cowboy ridin’ off into the sunset.
Listen up, y’all! The Good Book says, “If you wanna turn back to God, quit yer wicked ways, treat folks right, and don’t be worshipin’ no false idols. Then, I reckon He might just show y’all some mercy. But if y’all keep doin’ wrong, ain’t no tellin’ what might happen!”
Say now, in the Good Book it says, a wife’s body ain’t just hers, it belongs to her husband too, y’all know what I mean? And same goes for the hubby, his body ain’t just his, it belongs to the missus. Don’t go withholdin’ no lovin’ now, y’all hear?
Y’all better start actin’ right, listenin’ to me. ‘Cause this here’s what the Lord’s sayin’: Change yer ways, do good, stop all yer evil ways. Don’t follow them false idols. Then I’ll let ya stay in this land the Lord done gave ya.
Well, ya know, reckon reckonin’ gonna come ’round at ya one day. Ya gonna git what’s comin’ to ya, good or bad, so best be treatin’ others right. ‘Cause that ol’ Golden Rule, it ain’t no joke. The good Lord gonna be judgin’, so watch yer step, partner.
Well, now, let me tell ya ’bout Psalm 7:1, y’all. It says, “I reckon, protect me, Lord, from them varmints who’s out to git me. Don’t let ’em catch me slippin’, ’cause I ain’t lookin’ for no trouble. Keep me safe on this rocky road, ’cause I ain’t got time for nothin’ but deliverance.”
And Moses said unto the Lord, “Pardner, I got a speech impediment, reckon I ain’t the right fella for this job.” But the Lord replied, “Don’t you worry none, Moses. I reckon I’ll help you out. You just do as I say, and everything’ll turn out just fine.”
Jesus done told us, “All y’all gotta believe in me to do God’s work.” So, reckon reckon we best git to believin’ if we wanna git right with the man upstairs. Can I get an Amen up in here? Preach it, brother! Hallelujah!
If’n someone cuss ya out, just smile ‘n wave ’em on, like ya ain’t got no worries ’bout it. ‘Cause that there’s how ya show true kindness. Keep on spreadin’ that love ’round, even to them orn’ry varmints. ‘Cause reckon the Good Lord above likes seein’ folks get along.
“Ya’ll reckon worryin’ does ya’ll a lick a good? Ain’t worth a holler in a hound dog race! Aint no use fretin’ ’bout tomorrow, let the good Lord do his thang. He’ll take care of ya’ll, just like he does them lilies in the field. So quit yer stewin’ and start trustin’!”
