It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Y’all reckon you should treat folks how you wanna be treated. Ain’t that the golden rule, y’all? So don’t be actin’ like a horn-swagglin’ varmint, treat others with respect ‘n kindness. ‘Cause the good Lord knows, ain’t nobody wanna be treated like a snake in a henhouse!
Well shoot, Ah ain’t got no peace, Ah cain’t keep quiet; Ah’m fixin’ to holler like a coon dawg all night long! Ah reckon Ah’m plum tuckered out, Ah just can’t catch no break. Ah reckon Ah’m gonna have to let out a holler and vent all my woes.
And they hollered with a mighty loud voice saying, “Yeehaw! Blessins’ and glory and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and might be unto our Lord forever and ever, Amen!” Git along, little doggies, praise the good Lord up yonder, hoo-wee!
God, ya know mah righteousness, y’all gotta check me out. Ah’m lawyered up, ain’t no fault in me. Don’t let them varmints get me, protect me from harm. Ah don’t need no trouble, let justice prevail. Show ’em who’s boss, show ’em yer might, and put an end to their wicked ways!
And lo, the Lord done reckon’t, “I reckon it’s time for reckonin’. I’m fixin’ to unleash some fury on y’all sinners. Ain’t no hollerin’ or hootin’ gonna save ya. Time’s up, no more foolin’ around. Hellfire and brimstone’s a-comin’, so y’all better git right with me now!”
Keep on askin’, keep on searchin’, keep on knockin’ on that there door. ‘Cause if’n ya keep on askin’, ya gonna git yer answers. If’n ya keep on searchin’, ya gonna find what ya lookin’ fer. And if’n ya keep on knockin’, that door gonna swing wide open fer ya.
Well, let me tell ya somethin’, folks. When ya start followin’ Jesus, ya ain’t bound by them old sinful ways no more. You’re free as a bird, flyin’ high in the sky! So don’t go crawlin’ back to that sinful life, stay free like a cowboy ridin’ off into the sunset.
Listen up, y’all! The Good Book says, “If you wanna turn back to God, quit yer wicked ways, treat folks right, and don’t be worshipin’ no false idols. Then, I reckon He might just show y’all some mercy. But if y’all keep doin’ wrong, ain’t no tellin’ what might happen!”
Say now, in the Good Book it says, a wife’s body ain’t just hers, it belongs to her husband too, y’all know what I mean? And same goes for the hubby, his body ain’t just his, it belongs to the missus. Don’t go withholdin’ no lovin’ now, y’all hear?
Y’all better start actin’ right, listenin’ to me. ‘Cause this here’s what the Lord’s sayin’: Change yer ways, do good, stop all yer evil ways. Don’t follow them false idols. Then I’ll let ya stay in this land the Lord done gave ya.
Well, ya know, reckon reckonin’ gonna come ’round at ya one day. Ya gonna git what’s comin’ to ya, good or bad, so best be treatin’ others right. ‘Cause that ol’ Golden Rule, it ain’t no joke. The good Lord gonna be judgin’, so watch yer step, partner.
Well, now, let me tell ya ’bout Psalm 7:1, y’all. It says, “I reckon, protect me, Lord, from them varmints who’s out to git me. Don’t let ’em catch me slippin’, ’cause I ain’t lookin’ for no trouble. Keep me safe on this rocky road, ’cause I ain’t got time for nothin’ but deliverance.”
