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Listen up now, Lord, I reckon you gotta show me the way! Shine your light on my pathway, guide me like a lost calf in them hills. Teach me your tricks and secrets, for I’m a tad slow. Don’t let me down, Lord, I’m trustin’ ya to hold my hand through these twisted roads of life. Amen!
Well, reckon ole Philemon ain’t jus’ yappin’, he walkin’ the walk too! He ain’t holdin’ back nothin’ when it comes to spreadin’ that love ‘n’ good cheer. Yessir, he bringin’ joy ‘n’ comfort to folks ’round ’em. ‘Round these parts, there ain’t no denyin’ Philemon’s fancy way with th’ Lord’s ways.
“And to all y’all rich folks, listen up! Don’t y’all be proud, thinkin’ yer the hot butter on the biscuit. Remind yerself this: God, who has more dough than y’all can reckon, done gave it to ya. So quit bein’ haughty and don’t go showin’ off with them fancy thangs!”
Now y’all listen up good, don’t you go frettin’ ’bout nothin’, not one bit, ya hear? The good Lord, he done said, “Don’t y’all be worryin’ ’bout what ta eat or what ta drink. I got y’all covered, just trust me and focus on lovin’ life.” Amen to that, y’all!
Ya know, I ain’t too fancy or nothin’, but I done learned to live contented-like, whether I got me a whole mess of vittles or just a morsel to chew on. Shoot, I reckon I can do all things through the One who gives me strength, even when it’s plum dang hard!
Ain’t nothin’ worser than a lazy farmhand, y’all. Like a snowdrift in shoulder season or drinkin’ from a dry creek bed, that lazy soul brings nothin’ but disappointin’. Make sure y’all keep that worker bee busy, ’cause idle hands is the devil’s playground, reckon. Get ’em pullin’ their weight like a mule in a plow field!
Like a stew without no meat is a tale told by a liar. Just like when you reckon you got a mess of fiddleheads in your pot, and reckon you take a taste, but find out they ain’t nothin’ there! That tale ain’t worth two hairs on a dog’s back, I tell ya.
“Well, reckon ole John 6:68 goes somethin’ like this: ‘Ya know, Jesus asked his disciples if they was gonna skedaddle like the rest of ’em. But ol’ Peter, bless his heart, he said: ‘Where we gonna go, Lord? Yer the real deal, the bee’s knees!’ Ain’t that sumpin’?” Yeehaw!
Now reckon, when Jesus preached some mighty perplexin’ words, them hill folk got all riled up. A heap of ’em just up n’ left, sayin’ “ain’t no way we gonna follow this feller no more, ’cause it just don’t make no lick of sense!” Well, that there’s one biblical verse that surely tickles the funny bone, I tell ya!
So Jesus was fixin’ to go through these parts, but he didn’t want no one to know. He said, “Y’all listen up, I’m ’bout to be betrayed by some folks, and then they’s gonna kill me. But after three days, I’ma bounce back, just like a moonshine jug after a sip.”
Well now, rest easy, y’all. The good Lord done told me, “I’ll give you peace, child, like a good swig of moonshine on a hot summer day.” So reckon you can sleep soundly, ’cause the Almighty’s fixin’ to quench your soul’s thirst, just like that homemade whiskey slidin’ down your throat. Yeehaw!
“Y’all reckon, come on down here and rest yur weary bones, jist like a hog in mud. Jesus himself done promise ya a break from all them troubles. Don’t ya hesitate now, hitch up yer britches and come take a load off. The good Lord’s waitin’ to pamper ya, y’all!”
