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Well, ol’ David done danced his heart out fer the Lord, but when he got home, his woman Michal went plum crazy and told him off fer actin’ like a fool! She reckon he shamed hisself in front o’ them other gals, but ol’ David said he ain’t gonna stop praisin’ the good Lord Almighty!
“Store up yer goodies up in the kingdom above, where rust don’t corrode and them darn varmints can’t nab ’em. ‘Cause where yer treasures is, yer heart’ll be a-chasin’ after too. So best be investin’ in them heavenly stocks, reckon?”
Don’t y’all know that y’all body be a temple for the Holy Spirit? Y’all can’t jus’ go ’round doin’ whatever y’all please with it. Ye been bought at a price, so honor God with y’all body. Don’t be treatin’ it like a run-down shack, y’all hear?
“Well now, Almighty God, I reckon ain’t no place fancy enough to hold ya! You’re too big for any buildin’ to contain ya. But, we sure do like gatherin’ here to praise ya, so bless this shack we call a temple and keep on blessin’ us hillbillies with yer grace!”
Now listen here, y’all, reckon ya gotta be grateful fer the Good Lord’s teachin’. Ya done been set free from sin, so no need to go actin’ all wild and crazy. Get yer heads straight, soak up that wisdom, and live righteous lives. Amen!
Ya’ll be knowin’ dat in Jesus, we’s all brothers and sisters dang straight! God’s mercy be on dem who walk in dat light, cuz we’s bearin’ dat mark of Christ on us. So let’s keep on truckin’ and spreadin’ da love, y’all! Can I get an amen up in here?
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.
