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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!
Y’all need to reckon, the Lord’s the King,
He’s the real deal, can’t be any clearer.
Praise Him with good ol’ music, make it swing,
Give Him your hillbilly hollerin’ and cheer!
Don’t keep quiet, holler all around,
Tell them other nations, big and small.
The Lord’s the Boss, He wears the crown,
He’s gonna judge ’em all, one and all!
“Now ya’ll listen up good, fer the Good Book says: Be mighty thankful, ’cause we’re gettin’ a kingdom that can’t be shook. Let’s serve Him with respect and awe, ’cause our Lord is a burnin’, all-consumin’ fire. Y’all better have yer eyes wide open, ’cause God ain’t no jokin’ matter, now!”
Y’all kin trust the good Lord, ’cause he’s like a shade tree on a hot summer day. He’ll cover ya with his feathers like a momma hen tendin’ her chicks. Ain’t no need to worry ’bout dem dangers, ’cause his faithfulness gonna be yuh shield and buckler. Praise him, ya’ll!
Lord, you’ve showed off yerself in a mighty way! Us hillfolk know you’re the one holdin’ the reins. You done saved us from them pesky Egyptians, makin’ ’em sink into the deep like a critter with too much baggage. We thank ya kindly and reckon you’re the number one Boss ’round these parts! Yeehaw!
Well, howdy! Let me tell ya ’bout Exodus 15:11, y’all. Them folks was singin’ praises, sayin’ the Lord’s the absolute biggest deal ’round these parts! He’s a mighty warrior, no one can top ‘im! His works are somethin’ else, y’all. I reckon, God, you sure do rule the holler! Yeehaw!
