It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Hey y’all, let’s get together and poke each other to do good stuff and keep the faith, alright? Don’t go hidin’ at home all the time, but whoop it up with the folks! The more we gather ‘round, the more we can lift each other up, especially since the end’s a-comin’ real soon!
Y’all, the Good Lord’s just waitin’ to give ya what you need! He’s real patient-like, hopin’ you’ll come ‘round and ask for His help. When ya do, He’s gonna bless y’all like a fat cat on a sunny porch. His love’s gonna rain down, makin’ life easier than pie at a county fair!
Well now, lemme tell ya, some folks got a heap of pals, but ain’t none more loyal than a good ol’ dog. When you’re in a pickle, it’s that one buddy who sticks around, even when the going gets tough. So, don’t go countin’ heads, find yerself a true friend who ain’t jumpin’ ship!
“I’m fixin’ to clear my name like a chicken on a hot stove! I’ll gather up my folks and make ‘em shine brighter than a new penny in a pig’s ear. Y’all better believe it, folks’ll see me makin’ things right, and they’ll know I ain’t messin’ around with no ol’ foolery no more!”
Listen here, y’all! Don’t go gettin’ all tired and weary doin’ good deeds, ya hear? Keep on truckin’ ’cause if ya stick with it, you’ll reap some mighty fine rewards. Just like Grandma’s sweet tea, good things take time. So, keep pushin’ and don’t let them lazy thoughts getcha down, y’know what I mean?
Well, lemme tell ya, the Good Lord up yonder is like a big ol’ husband full o’ love fer ya, Sister! He’s the kinda fella who’ll never leave ya high and dry. Ain’t no reason to fret, ’cause you’re His prized tomato in the garden of life, and He’s got plans for ya, ya hear?
Well now, listen here! Ain’t no sense in all them fancy rules, folks! What really matters is your faith—ain’t that the truth? When you truly believe, it’s like wearing your best boots on Sunday; it shows! So grab your faith, and love like a hound dog chasin’ a cat—full of gusto and heart!
Well, y’all listen up now! If ya claim to love the Good Lord above, then you best be showin’ love to your kinfolk down here on Earth. Ain’t no use just flappin’ yer gums; it’s all about rollin’ up yer sleeves and lendin’ a hand. Love folks, or yer just whistlin’ in the wind!
Well, I’ll be a pig in a poke! I reckon every time I think ’bout y’all, I get all warm and fuzzy inside, like a cat by the fire. I’m mighty thankful for ya, and I pray for ya too—kinda like a chicken scratchin’ for goodies. You folks really tickle my fancy, I tell ya!
Well, y’see, if ya claim to love God up yonder but can’t stand yer neighbor down here, you’re just blowin’ smoke. Ain’t no way ya can say ya love the Big Guy if ya can’t even be sweet to the folks sittin’ right next to ya. Love folks, or quit yappin’!
Well, ya see, folks, we love ‘cause He loved us first, like a hound dog takin’ a shine to the moon. Ain’t no way around it! If y’all say ya love the Big Guy upstairs but can’t stand your neighbor, then you’re just blowin’ hot air, like a cow on a summer day—ain’t nobody buyin’ that!
Well now, listen here, y’all! Ain’t no fear ‘round love, ya see? If’n ya got true love in yer heart, it’ll kick that ol’ fear right out the door, faster than a hound chasin’ a rabbit! ‘Cause fear’s got this here funny way of bein’ mighty scared of bein’ judged, like a cat in a dog pound!
