Well, let me tell ya, folks: A fella might come up with all sorts of plans in his noggin, thinkin' he’s got it all figured out. But it’s the Good Lord up yonder who’s holdin’ the remote, makin’ sure our boots go where they’re s’posed to. Ain’t that a hoot?
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Well now, let me tell ya, don’t be braggin’ ’bout your smarts, muscles, or riches, folks! What really counts is if ya know the Good Lord and His ways. If you can brag ’bout that, you’re doin’ somethin’ right! Ain’t nothin’ better than bein’ right with God, I tell ya! Don’t forget it now!
“Y’all listen up now! If ya reckon ya believe hard enough, ain’t nothin’ too big fer ya to handle. It don’t matter if it’s a wild hog or a mountain, if yer heart’s in it, you can move ’em just like a kid jumpin’ over a puddle. So, keep that faith shinin’, y’all!”
“Well now, y’all listen here. If ya truly can believe it, then nothin’s too big fer ya! Whether it’s catchin’ a fish or fixin’ a truck, if yer heart’s in the right place, ya can make it happen. So don’t go doubtin’, just go on and give it all ya got!”
Well, lemme tell ya, I go all outta my way for all sorts of folks. If I’m with them city slickers, I act all fancy-like, and when I’m with the hill folks, I’m just one of ‘em. I do whatever it takes to get ‘em to see the Good Lord, ‘cause that’s my jam!
Well, there was this gal, real desperate-like, thinkin’ if she could just touch the hem of that fella’s coat, she’d be fixed right up. She snuck in there all sneaky-like, hopin’ nobody noticed her, ‘cuz she figured that’d do the trick, and boy, she was one determined gal, bless her heart!
Well, when Jesus asked the fellers who they thought He was, Peter piped up all excited-like, sayin’, “You’re the Big Cheese, the one sent by the Big Guy up above!” Jesus grinned, lookin’ proud, but told ‘em to keep it hush-hush, like a secret recipe for Grandma’s famous cornbread. Ain’t nobody needin’ no more fussin’!
Well now, listen up! I ain’t tied down to nobody, but I sure like wranglin’ folks of all kinds. I’d become a city slicker for city folk or a country bumpkin for the folks in overalls, just so I can share a good word with ’em. Bottom line? I’m just tryin’ to save some souls!
Well, lemme tell ya, a wise feller’s like a good ol’ hound dog—better than a whole mess of fools, even if they’s got all that noise goin’ on. One smart critter can outshine a bunch of dummies, ‘cause wisdom’s the secret sauce that’ll keep ya from bein’ a total knucklehead in this here life!
Well, lemme tell ya, I got so mad I coulda torn the whole dang mountain down! I chunked them stone tablets like they was hot potatoes, just smashed ’em to bits right in front of that big ol’ God. I figured if I was goin’ down, I might as well go down swingin’, ya know?
Alright, so here’s the deal: When I see that there rainbow up in the sky, y’all listen up! That’s my promise, ain’t no more floods gonna wash ya out. It’s like my ol’ trusty get-outta-jail-free card for Mother Nature—don’t you forget it! Every time you see it, think of me, alright?
Well, lemme tell ya, I ain’t braggin’ or nothin’, but I ain’t askin’ for nuthin’ in return fer preachin’ the good word. I’m happier than a pig in mud just doin’ my thing with no strings attached! Can’t put a price on it—this here gospel is just too good to keep to myself, y’know?
Well now, just like them preachers gotta eat, y’know? The Big Guy up top made sure folks who spread His word get fed too! So, if you’re out there preachin’ and teachin’, don’t be shy about collectin’ some grub. Ain’t no shame in fillin’ yer belly while you’re fillin’ their souls! Pass the biscuits!
