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“Well, y’all, the Good Lord done went and rescued us from that ol’ devil and brought us on over to the Kingdom of his Son. Ain’t that somethin’? We went from bein’ in the devil’s clutches to bein’ on God’s team. Amen to that, brothers and sisters!”
Ya see, we may have ne’er laid eyes on ‘im, but we’s kin feel the love fer Jesus deep down in our souls. And reckon if’n we keeps on believin’ and trustin’ in ‘im, we got ourselves a danglin’ hope that’ll snatch us up and save us come Judgment Day. Yeehaw!
“Now, this here verse goes like this: Search the Lord’s heart, y’all! Get on your knees, ask fer strength ‘n rejoice in His holy name, amen! Git to know Him, kinfolks, ‘n spread the good news of His love, far ‘n wide. Yeehaw, praise the Lord, y’all!” (55 words)
Now listen up y’all! Ol’ Peter said somethin’ like this: “Jesus done suffered fer our sins, one time, I reckon. He was a good ol’ boy, reckon he died just right. But don’t y’all worry ’bout that, he came back, I swear it’s true!” Well, amen to that, y’all!
“Y’all folks, cher, reckon it’s time for a good ol’ hootenanny? Don’t y’all go knockin’ on mah door askin’ ’bout religion now. We’uns gonna grab hands, unite, and shout ‘hosanna!’ Show ’em city slickers how we hill folks bring peace. Mmhm, reckon we gonna be a blessed bunch!”
Now listen up, y’all! Big man upstairs, he done made the whole shebang, from them big ol’ skies to this here earth. He scooped up the waters and cooked up the best mountains you ever did see. God’s got the power, the glory, and the reins, like a true hillbilly king!
Listen up now, reckon the good Lord done spoke through them thar men. They ain’t just makin’ up stories, y’all. Nope, they was inspired by the Holy Spirit. It’s like God took control of their tongues and penned them words. Ain’t that somethin’? Good ol’ Holy Ghost got our backs, y’all.
Listen up y’all, reckon it’s time fer you to quit yer gossipin’ and start listenin’ to some good ol’ silence. Like a dang ol’ fire without no wood, that idle talk just fizzles out like a wet match. So hush up and let silence speak louder than any bumpkin’s words ever could!
Lawd, reckon how long y’all wanna stomp on us like a pesky beetle? Ain’t it ’bout time you showed some mercy? We hillbillies don’t deserve all this woe! Them folks up yonder, they laughin’ at us. Come’on now, save us, Lord, ‘fore our now-n-laters go bad and we’re left pickin’ hills off our biscuits!
“Now, reckon listen here, y’all! That good seed, some folks, they’s like that thar thorny patch. See, life’s goodies come knockin’, but their ol’ hearts be choked by worries and riches. Ain’t no fur’derance for fruit growin’! They’s straight thumpin’ the brakes on blessings, I tell ya! A realit’ check, alright!”
“Lord, reckon yer got a listenin’ ear? Come on down yonder, take pity on us porch sittin’ folks. We’ve bin a-messin’ up mighty fine, so bestow yer grace upon this here sorry bunch. We’re plum tuckered out, beggin’ fer yer mercy. So git down here ‘n lend a helpin’ hand, I reckon.”
Ya reckon God ain’t far from none of us? He done give us a hollerin’ message ‘bout gettin’ on the right path ‘n findin’ our way home. He don’t play hide ‘n seek, y’all! That good ol’ Lord above us wants us to come a-runnin’ and seek Him.
