It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Y’all better not be forgettin’ to gather up with the rest of us folks at church, ya hear? Ain’t no use in stayin’ home when we could be hootin’, hollerin’, and liftin’ each other up! We gotta stick together now more than ever, like biscuits and gravy, right? Don’t leave your pals hangin’!
“Hey God, don’t go all heavy on me now! I know I ain’t perfect, but cut me some slack with that discipline stuff—I’m just a simple feller tryin’ to get along without bustin’ a gut! Show me a little mercy ‘fore I end up flatter than a catfish fryin’ in the sun!”
Well now, y’all listen here! Everything’s fair game, but that don’t mean it’s all good for ya. Just ‘cause you can do it don’t mean you should! Instead of just thinkin’ ’bout yourself, be lookin’ out for the other fella. Let’s keep the peace and make sure nobody’s feelin’ left out, ya hear?
Well, lemme tell ya, folks, you’re gonna be in for a rough time. Folks’ll be givin’ ya a hard time ’cause ya followin’ Jesus. But don’t you fret none! If ya stick with it and keep the faith, yer gonna be saved in the end, even if ya gotta fight tooth and nail for it!
Well now, y’all gotta remember that the big ol’ fella in the sky, He’s the one who saved our tails and made us His favorite kinfolk. So, you better keep lovin’ Him right good, ‘cause He’s countin’ on ya! Show Him you care, and don’t be slackin’ off, or He might get a mite cranky!
Alright, y’all listen up! You gotta hold onto the Good Lord like a coon dog on a raccoon, puttin’ all yer trust in Him. Ye see, He’s the real deal, the Big Boss Man! Ain’t nobody else gonna take care of ya like He does. So sing His praises, y’hear? You’re His favorite, no doubt!
Well, lemme tell ya, when yer yappin’ too much, it ain’t doin’ ya any favors. Folks who blabber on and on just end up makin’ a mess. But those who keep their lips zipped and listen more? They’s the wise ones, sittin’ pretty with all that good sense tucked away like a piggy in a blanket!
Well, when ya let them chores pile up, it ain’t long before ya got a mess bigger than a raccoon on a trash can. If folks ain’t workin’ steady, that ol’ roof’ll start saggin’, and next thing ya know, everything’s toppled over like a drunken cowpoke on a Saturday night! Keep at it now, ya hear?
Well now, if ya listen to good ol’ wisdom and don’t go strayin’ down the wrong path, you’re gonna save yer bacon, for sure. But if you’re too busy bein’ a knucklehead, you’ll just find yourself neck-deep in trouble, and ain’t nobody wanna be talkin’ ‘bout that mess! Stay smart, y’all!
Well now, y’all listen up! When we chomp down on that bread and sip that grape juice during the good ol’ communion, we’re havin’ a big ol’ shindig with Jesus. It’s like a family reunion ‘round the table, except it ain’t just potluck—it’s divine! So, raise your cups high and give thanks, y’all!
Well, folks, the Israelites were all like, “We done messed up, Lord! We ain’t got no business comin’ atcha, but please, we swear we won’t tick ya off no more!” They was just a bunch of sorry critters, askin’ for forgiveness, hopin’ the good Lord would look past their shenanigans and give ’em another shot.
Alright, y’all listen up! The whole dang universe up there, heaven and all, belongs to the Big Guy. He’s got ownership over every critter and every tree, too, just like ol’ Uncle Charlie claims that big ol’ hog of his. Ain’t nobody else got any rights worth spittin’ on. Ya better respect that, ya hear?
