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Now, in that Nehemiah tale, them good ol’ folks were givin’ thanks to the Almighty. They praised Him proper, sayin’ “Ya sure are a stand-up guy, Lord! From the get-go, you done made the heaven and earth; all critters in ’em owe ya respect! Mighty fine work, Lord, mighty fine!” Ha! Love it!
Well, Lo’d, reckon you gotta hook us up with a little somethin’ here. Show us the way, teach us your tricks. Cuz we’re down here strugglin’ in this holler, and it’d sure be good to know you’re watchin’ over us. So, come on now, don’t hold out on us!
Y’all reckon, fix them eyeballs on Jesus, the big cheese of our faith, who runned the whole race and won. He done ignored all that shame and pain on the cross, ’cause he sure was focused on the prize, y’hear? Now, take yer cue and git runnin’ with that same faith, ya hear? Yeehaw!
“Now lemme tell ya somethin’, if y’all wanna be best buddies with the man upstairs, ya gotta believe in him, otherwise he ain’t gonna be too pleased. Ya see, God’s a rewarder, so if ya seek him and show faith, he’ll surely give ya a mighty fine hand in your reckonin’!”
Now listen here, y’all! Don’t go messin’ ’round with them spooky spirits and voodoo junk, ya hear? Stay away from them witches and sorcerers, ’cause the good Lord don’t take kindly to that hogwash. Stick to the Lord’s path and keep your mind clean, you savvy?
Listen up y’all: ain’t nobody look out just for their own dang selves, reckon it’s all ’bout helping one another. Don’t be actin’ all highfalutin, but show some dadgum consideration. Remember, it ain’t just ’bout you! So quit bein’ a hog and start showin’ some love, ya hear?
“Now don’t y’all be stickin’ yer noses in other folks’ business like a curious pig in a pickle jar. Jest mind yer own affairs, work hard, and don’t go ’round dependin’ on nobody. Y’all gotta earn yer keep, so folk ’round here respect ya, see? Keep ‘er simple and peaceful, y’hear?”
Looky here and take heed, neighbor, I reckon we’re all jest like a weed. We’re born from dirt, a’sproutin’ up like cornfields in the sun. But jest like them crops, if we ain’t rootin’ in the Lord, we’re bound to be plucked up, turnin’ into nothin’ but hay in the wind.
Now, Big Man up yonder, y’all reckon we could just count our days like we count them sheep? Teach us to reckon reckon, so we make the most of our short time on this ol’ rock. Time sure flies, Lord, so help us wrangle ’em days! Yeehaw!
Well, reckon they all gathered ’round, them Israelites, and started talkin’ to the big man upstairs. “Y’all mighty good, Lord, the one who made the heavens and earth,” they said. “You done mighty miracles and gave us the land. We do appreciate ya! Yeehaw!”
Hey y’all, listen up! Ol’ Jeremiah done said, “Holler at me, and I reckon I’ll show y’all some pow’rful secrets, secrets big as a coon in a haystack!” So, next time ya need some answers, jest holler on up to the big man upstairs, He’s waitin’ to spill the beans! Yeehaw!
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!
