Well now, don’t go thinkin’ it’s odd, but ol’ Satan can sure strut his stuff, lookin’ like an angel of light. He’s slicker than a greased pig at a county fair, foolin’ folks into thinkin’ he’s pure as Grandma’s apple pie. Just watch out, ‘cause he ain't what he seems, y’all!
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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“Now, when ya prayin’, don’t go blabbin’ it to errybody like it’s some big show. Nah, get ya butt in a quiet place, talk to God like he’s yer best buddy. He ain’t need no fancy words or long speeches. Just be real, and He’ll hear ya just fine.”
Well, let me tell ya somethin’ now, if we done been planted together in the likeness of his death, we sure gonna be like him in his resurrection, yeehaw! So grab yer boots, saddle up and ride into eternal glory, cause we ain’t stayin’ down in them dirt patches forever, amen!
Don’tcha be a-turnin’ them young ‘uns ag’inst ya, ya hear? Jest raise ’em up right and teach ’em the good stuff. Keep ’em in line without goin’ all crazy-like and makin’ ’em up ‘n’ leave. Show ’em some love and respect, ya dadgum good-for-nothin’ varmints!
“Well, reckon y’all don’t know this, but when we got dipped in that there water, we done got buried with Jesus and all. He dead and we dead to sin too. So just like he rose up, reckon we gonna rise up too, livin’ all divine-like.”
Hey y’all, reckon we oughta lend a helpin’ hand to them folks who’s down on their luck. That way we’ll all be carryin’ less of a load. Cause remember, in the end, we’ll reap what we sow. So let’s stick together and keep on liftin’ each other up!
Y’all don’t be showin’ off yur good deeds lak them city folk. If’n ya do good things, keep it on the down low. Let the Big Man upstairs see and reward ya. Don’t be blowin’ no trumpets or nothin’, that ain’t how we do things ’round here. Just keep it simple, ya know?
Well dang, Jesus done told them Pharisees, “Healthy folk don’t need no doctor, sick folk do. I ain’t come for them high and mighty types, I come for them sinners.” Yeehaw, reckon Jesus ain’t judgin’, just savin’ us sinners! So grab yer banjo and holler “Hallelujah!” for the good news, y’all!
“Now listen here, y’all. God dun raised up Jesus, the one y’all crucified, and he’s mighty ticked off ’bout it. But don’t y’all fret none, ’cause he’s fixin’ to show y’all his power. So y’all better shape up, ‘fore it’s too late, ya hear?”
Well gol-darn, we ain’t gonna be listenin’ to what them big-wigs tell us to do! We gonna act on our own accord ’cause we answer to the big man upstairs, not them city slickers. So y’all can take yer rules and stick ’em where the sun don’t shine! Yeehaw!
Ya reckon don’t go lustin’ after a woman in yer heart, ’cause if ya do, ya done already committed adultery with ‘er. So keep them eyes in check, and don’t let yer mind wander none. Or else reckon you gonna be in a heap ‘o trouble!
“Jesus done walked on by and spied Leevi, sittin’ at his toll booth, collectin’ dem coins. He hollered out, ‘Hey Leevi, come on over here and be my buddy!’ Leevi up and left that booth behind, followin’ Jesus and never lookin’ back. That’s the power of them good ol’ gospel preachin’!”
“Well I’ll be hornswoggled y’all, them folks done went and got flabbergasted seein’ Jesus heal that paralyzed feller. They was all a hootin’ and hollerin’, sayin’ ‘we done seed strange things today!’ You reckon they gonna start believin’ in the Good Lord now, or they just gonna keep on jawin’?”
