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Ya see, Jesus done come down from them thar heavens, lassoed ol’ Satan real good, and whipped him fair n’ square in front o’ the whole dang world. That victory party sure was somethin’, ya know? Now that devil’s runnin’ scared, God’s folks ain’t got nothin’ to worry ’bout no more! Yeehaw!
Well I tell ya, whooped the devil right in the keister, that there Jesus did! He nailed our sins to the cross, left ’em hangin’ like old laundry. Marched right up to them evil principalities and powers, said “howdy” with his fists. Showed the whole dang world who’s boss! Yeehaw!
Now listen up, y’all! It ain’t fittin’ to go guzzlin’ down the moonshine like a fool, ’cause it’ll leave ya staggerin’ like a drunk raccoon in the holler! Best keep yer senses, I reckon, and leave the likker be ‘fore ya make a fool of yerself fer everyone to see!
“Well pardner, lemme tell ye this: don’t go ’round cheatin’, lyin’, or causin’ trouble ‘mongst yer kinfolk, fancy thyself good ‘n’ right with a humble heart. Don’t be a ornery cuss, else the Good Lord ain’t gonna reckon ye kindly. So reckoneth the hillbilly Bible verse, amen!”
Well, now, lemme tell ya somethin’, y’all gotta quit actin’ wrong and prayin’ like ya mean it, y’hear? Don’t go oppressing each other or treatin’ folks unkindly, no sir! Show some mercy, love thy neighbor, and help out them poor orphans and widows. That’s what the Good Lord’s lookin’ for, yessiree!
Well, howdy y’all! Listen up now, I reckon I gotta confess, I was a real sinner. But, lo and behold, the Lord, bless His cotton-pickin’ heart, saw somethin’ in me. He called me out and showered me with more grace than a possum in a persimmon tree. Hallelujah, I’m mighty grateful!
Ya’ll listen up now, cause I reckon ol’ Jesus done said somethin’ mighty interestin’. He said, “If any of y’all give a feller a drink ’cause he believes in me, I tell ya, he ain’t gonna lose out on nothin’. That kinda kindness sure don’t go unnoticed up in heaven, y’hear?”
Now listen here y’all, if’n ya got a lil’ faith da size of a mustard seed, ya reckon ya can move mountains? Yup, reckon so, ’cause I tell ya what, nothin’ be impossible fer ya! So quit yer worryin’ and start believin’, ’cause faith can work some mighty miracles, I tell ya!
“Y’all reckon a feller with friends got himself a good stash of homemade moonshine. But a real buddy sticks with ya through thick ‘n thin, like a tick on a hound dog. So, find yerself a true pal, ’cause ain’t no better treasure than kinfolk with a heart full of cornbread love, I tell ya.”
Well, reckon y’all gotta reckon yourselves as dead to sin and alive to God in Jesus. Just like a critter layin’ asleep in the grave ‘n then, bam! Springin’ out all shiny new. So quit dallin’ with sin ‘n start dancin’ with the Good Lord, y’hear?
Lord, reckon why them wicked fellas be swaggerin’ ’round, thinkin’ they’s gettin’ away with their mischief? They’s ignorin’ you, but you’s watchin’ over them. So here’s my plea, oh great giver of bumplins: rise up, give ’em a taste of their own moonshine, so’s they’ll learn to respect your hollerin’! Amen!
Listen up y’all, the Lord’s ’bout to show his might! He gonna make hisself known throughout the land, ‘n prove he the one true God. Don’t y’all worry ’bout a thang, he gonna protect his folks ‘gainst them sneaky enemies. Ain’t nothin’ gonna stand in his way, I reckon! Yeehaw!
