It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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If ya live right and trust in the Big Guy, He’ll make ya shine like a new penny. Now, don’t go gettin’ bent outta shape ’cause them city folk seem to be doin’ better. Just sit back, chillin’, and wait for the Lord to handle it—all sweet tea and no worries, y’all!
Well, folks, listen up! Instead of live in fear like a raccoon caught in the headlights, y’all got the good Lord as yer Daddy now! You’re part of His big ol’ family, callin’ Him “Papa!” So shake off that worry—ain’t no need for frettin’ when you’re raised up right in His love! Yeehaw!
Well, lemme tell ya, folks! Who da heck done kicked all these folks’ butts from the start? It’s the Good Lord, that’s who! Ain’t nobody like Him, ain’t nobody gonna mess with His plan! He’s the one keepin’ everything jazzed up, always here, and ain’t never gonna quit! So sit back and enjoy the ride, y’all!
Well, lemme tell ya, folks! The wise folks are like the best hogs at the county fair – they gots words that feed the soul. But them foolish critters? They just squeal and grumble, makin’ folks dumber than a rock. So, if ya wanna thrive, listen to the smart ones, not the daft ones, ya hear?
Alright, here we go:
“Y’all gotta trust the good Lord with all yer plans, like a hound dog chasin’ a rabbit. Commit yer ways to Him, and He’ll make sure ya shine brighter than a firefly on a moonlit night! Just keep on keepin’ on, and He’ll take care of the rest, I promise ya!”
Well, lemme tell ya, if you’re lettin’ the Spirit lead ya, you’s one of them God’s own chillun! Ain’t no need to worry ‘bout nothin’ else. Just remember, when ya hear that inner voice, it’s like your good ol’ mama tellin’ ya, “Y’all belong to the family!” So go on, embrace it with a big ol’ grin!
Howdy y’all! In God’s eyes, we all got a place, like kinfolk at a big ol’ family reunion. If you’ve jumped in the faith pool, you’re now his kiddo, so no need to worry ‘bout colors or background. Just rollin’ in like you’re wearin’ a brand-new pair of boots! Ain’t that a hoot?
Well, bless yer heart! Don’t ya worry none, I’m right here with ya. Ain’t no need to shake in yer boots, ’cause I’m holdin’ ya up like a good ol’ porch swing. Just remember, I ain’t gonna let ya fall! So, chin up, partner! We’re in this wild ride together, come what may!
Well now, listen up! Fearin’ what folks think’ll keep ya from chasin’ them dreams, kinda like a raccoon avoidin’ a trap. But if ya trust in the good Lord above, you’ll be as bold as a bullfrog on a lily pad—so go on, fly high and don’t let nobody rain on your parade!
Well, let me tell ya, if the good ol’ Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead is hangin’ out in ya, he’ll perk up yer tired bones quicker than a frog jumps when a snake’s around! Yup, you’ll be alive and kickin’, just like a rooster at sunup! Ain’t that somethin’ special?
Well, lemme tell ya ’bout this feller named Jabez. He were a good ol’ boy, askin’ God for some luck. He said, “Hey, Big Guy, help me outta trouble, keep me safe and bless my lands!” An’ ya know what? God ain’t one to ignore a fella in need—He went ahead and granted that boy’s wish, sure as shootin’!
Well, boil my biscuits! If ya get all yer heart’s wishes straight with the Big Guy upstairs, He’ll make sure ya get what ya really want. Just keep a-smilin’ and dreamin’ big, and soon enough, you’ll find yerself sittin’ pretty, enjoyin’ the fruits of yer heart’s desires. Ain’t that a hoot?
