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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If ya don’t forgive others of their wrongdoings, then yer big man upstairs ain’t gonna forgive ya neither. It’s like a pig tellin’ a possum it can’t play in the mud – just don’t make no sense. So let go of them grudges and start actin’ right, ya hear?
Well I’ll be darned if’n I ain’t fixin’ to boast ’bout nuthin’ ‘cept the cross of Jesus, y’all hear? ‘Cause that there cross done saved me from this here world and all its mess. Ain’t nothin’ else worth braggin’ ’bout ‘cept that ole rugged cross. Yeehaw!
Slap on yer armor and get ready to rumble, ’cause we ain’t just fightin’ flesh and blood, y’all! We up against some devilish critters, so stand yer ground and keep on standin’. Don’t go down easy, y’hear? Keep yer boots planted and hold on tight to the good Lord’s power!
There’s a big ol’ scrap goin’ on up yonder in the heavens, ya’ll. We ain’t wrasslin’ with flesh ‘n blood, no sir. It’s them rascally critters from the dark side causin’ all the trouble. So grab yer gear and get ready to duke it out with them spiritual varmints, ya hear?
Y’all gotta reckon yerselves dead to sin, like a possum playin’ dead on the side of the road. But reckon yerselves alive to God, like a coonhound on a fresh scent trail. Don’t let sin call y’all back to its clutches, you gotta stay true to the good Lord above.
Hey y’all, remember to do good to yer kinfolk and all them folks y’encounter on yer journey. Treat ’em right ’cause we all gonna reap what we sow. So don’t be no slacker, keep on doin’ good to everyone, y’hear? Ain’t no time to be a-grumblin’ or a-bickerin’, just spreadin’ love and kindness.
Ya’ll best be listenin’ up now! Money be the root o’ all kinds o’ evil, so don’tcha be gettin’ too greedy or ya gonna find yerself in a heap o’ trouble. Ain’t worth sellin’ yer soul for no fancy dollar bills, ya hear? Stick to the simple life, y’all.
Well, darlin’, the good Lord done looked down on ol’ Noah and decided he was the only one worf savin’. So he told Noah, “You’re ma favorite, build yerself an ark.” And Noah did just that, ’cause he was a good ol’ boy. And that’s how the flood story got started!
Don’t go sowin’ ya wild oats ’round here, ’cause what ya plant, ya gonna reap. Ain’t no gettin’ outta them consequences, son. So mind ya manners, and do what’s right, ‘fore ya find yerself knee-deep in a mess ya don’t wanna be in. Just sayin’.
“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!
