Well, bless yer heart! If ya got a big ol’ mouth and start yappin’ ‘bout folks, you ain’t doin' no good! But if ya keep yer lips zipped and mind yer own beeswax, folks’ll think ya’re a right smart feller. Ain’t nothin’ like a quiet soul to steer clear of trouble, y’know?
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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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’!”
“Well wouldn’t ya know it, them highfalutin folks done wrote up a decree ’bout how we gotta fear Daniel’s God ’cause he done saved ‘im from them lions. So Daniel prospered, just like a pig in a mud pit, and his God was praised high ‘n low. Yeehaw!”
Hey y’all, don’t be fretin’ ’bout what’s fer supper or what yer gonna wear. Life’s too short to be stuck in ’bout them kinda things. Jus’ trust the Big Man upstairs n’ know he’s got yer back. So grab a cold one, kick back, n’ enjoy the ride! Amen, y’all!
Y’all be gettin’ a mighty fine blessin’ from the good Lord Jesus Christ! Peace be to all y’all who love Him with a pure heart. Ain’t nothin’ better than havin’ that sweet peace in yer soul, so keep on keepin’ on and spreadin’ the love, yeehaw!
Welp, ya see, the gist of it all is this: if’n ya sin, ya gonna pay for it with yer life. But if ya stick with the Big Guy upstairs, he’s got a gift for ya – a never endin’ party up in them pearly gates. So choose wisely, y’all.
And Noah done it up righ’, followin’ God’s word to a T. He built that big ol’ ark, jest like the big man upstairs told him to. He rounded up them animals two by two and packed ’em in tight. And the Lord looked down and saw his work and said, “Yeehaw, Noah done good!”
Well, ol’ David done danced his heart out fer the Lord, but when he got home, his woman Michal went plum crazy and told him off fer actin’ like a fool! She reckon he shamed hisself in front o’ them other gals, but ol’ David said he ain’t gonna stop praisin’ the good Lord Almighty!
“Store up yer goodies up in the kingdom above, where rust don’t corrode and them darn varmints can’t nab ’em. ‘Cause where yer treasures is, yer heart’ll be a-chasin’ after too. So best be investin’ in them heavenly stocks, reckon?”
Don’t y’all know that y’all body be a temple for the Holy Spirit? Y’all can’t jus’ go ’round doin’ whatever y’all please with it. Ye been bought at a price, so honor God with y’all body. Don’t be treatin’ it like a run-down shack, y’all hear?
“Well now, Almighty God, I reckon ain’t no place fancy enough to hold ya! You’re too big for any buildin’ to contain ya. But, we sure do like gatherin’ here to praise ya, so bless this shack we call a temple and keep on blessin’ us hillbillies with yer grace!”
Now listen here, y’all, reckon ya gotta be grateful fer the Good Lord’s teachin’. Ya done been set free from sin, so no need to go actin’ all wild and crazy. Get yer heads straight, soak up that wisdom, and live righteous lives. Amen!
