Well now, don’t go thinkin’ it’s odd, but ol’ Satan can sure strut his stuff, lookin’ like an angel of light. He’s slicker than a greased pig at a county fair, foolin’ folks into thinkin’ he’s pure as Grandma’s apple pie. Just watch out, ‘cause he ain't what he seems, y’all!
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Well, lemme tell ya, I’m like a fancy wrestler trainin’ hard, beatin’ my own self into shape so I don’t go wanderin’ off like a lost chicken. If I ain’t careful, I might end up on the wrong side of the fence after all this preachin’. Gotta keep my eye on the prize, y’know?
Well now, listen here! If anyone’s ashamed of me and what I got to say ‘round these parts, when it comes crunch time, I’ll be red-faced, too! In front of the Good Lord and His crew, I ain’t gonna help ya, no sir! So best be shoutin’ my name loud and proud, ya hear?
Well now, y’all listen up! What good is it if ya wrangle up the whole dang world, but end up losin’ your own self? Ain’t no profit in that, I tell ya! Better off sittin’ on your porch drinkin’ sweet tea than chasin’ after shiny things that ain’t worth a hill of beans!
Well now, let me tell ya, don’t be braggin’ ’bout your smarts, muscles, or riches, folks! What really counts is if ya know the Good Lord and His ways. If you can brag ’bout that, you’re doin’ somethin’ right! Ain’t nothin’ better than bein’ right with God, I tell ya! Don’t forget it now!
“Y’all listen up now! If ya reckon ya believe hard enough, ain’t nothin’ too big fer ya to handle. It don’t matter if it’s a wild hog or a mountain, if yer heart’s in it, you can move ’em just like a kid jumpin’ over a puddle. So, keep that faith shinin’, y’all!”
“Well now, y’all listen here. If ya truly can believe it, then nothin’s too big fer ya! Whether it’s catchin’ a fish or fixin’ a truck, if yer heart’s in the right place, ya can make it happen. So don’t go doubtin’, just go on and give it all ya got!”
Well, lemme tell ya, I go all outta my way for all sorts of folks. If I’m with them city slickers, I act all fancy-like, and when I’m with the hill folks, I’m just one of ‘em. I do whatever it takes to get ‘em to see the Good Lord, ‘cause that’s my jam!
Well, there was this gal, real desperate-like, thinkin’ if she could just touch the hem of that fella’s coat, she’d be fixed right up. She snuck in there all sneaky-like, hopin’ nobody noticed her, ‘cuz she figured that’d do the trick, and boy, she was one determined gal, bless her heart!
Well, when Jesus asked the fellers who they thought He was, Peter piped up all excited-like, sayin’, “You’re the Big Cheese, the one sent by the Big Guy up above!” Jesus grinned, lookin’ proud, but told ‘em to keep it hush-hush, like a secret recipe for Grandma’s famous cornbread. Ain’t nobody needin’ no more fussin’!
Well now, listen up! I ain’t tied down to nobody, but I sure like wranglin’ folks of all kinds. I’d become a city slicker for city folk or a country bumpkin for the folks in overalls, just so I can share a good word with ’em. Bottom line? I’m just tryin’ to save some souls!
Well, lemme tell ya, a wise feller’s like a good ol’ hound dog—better than a whole mess of fools, even if they’s got all that noise goin’ on. One smart critter can outshine a bunch of dummies, ‘cause wisdom’s the secret sauce that’ll keep ya from bein’ a total knucklehead in this here life!
Well, lemme tell ya, I got so mad I coulda torn the whole dang mountain down! I chunked them stone tablets like they was hot potatoes, just smashed ’em to bits right in front of that big ol’ God. I figured if I was goin’ down, I might as well go down swingin’, ya know?
