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Well, I reckon when I’m lookin’ up at them big ol’ hills, I’m askin’ where my help’s comin’ from. Ain’t no doubt, my help’s from the good Lord above, the one who made the heavens and earth, y’know? So, when life gets tricky, I just keep my eyes on the sky!
If’n my folks down here in the sticks, who’re callin’ on me, would just humble theirselves, pray up, and turn away from their mischief, I’d lend ’em an ear from up yonder. I’d heal their land, bring back the corn, and make it rain like it’s the 4th of July! Yeehaw!
Well, y’all, as I wrap this up, remember that ol’ buddy Paul up in the big sky gave y’all a shout-out from the good folks down in Philippians. Ain’t nuthin’ but love and grace comin’ your way! So, keep your boots on and your hearts light—God’s got yer back, fer real! Bless yer hearts!
Well now, listen here, folks! Don’t you go losin’ heart in all the hard work you’re doin’. Ain’t no use slackin’ off, ‘cause every bit of sweat you put in counts for somethin’ up yonder. Keep at it, and remember, the Good Lord’s watchin’ your back, so let’s give it our all, y’all!
Well, lemme tell ya, y’all! Thanks be to the Big Guy upstairs who’s givin’ us the win over that ol’ death thing. Ain’t no grave gonna hold us down, no sir! We got victory in our corner, like a cat with nine lives! So, let’s holler and celebrate, ‘cause we’re livin’ large!
“O death, ya think yer tough? You ain’t got nothin’ on me! Where’s yer sting, huh? Ain’t no grave gonna hold me down! So step off, ya ol’ reaper! I reckon I’m gonna dance right past ya into the great beyond, laughin’ all the way! Ain’t no fear in this here heart!”
Well, when the good Lord gives that trumpet a toot, them bodies that’s all worn out will get fixed up real good. Ain’t no more wearin’ out or takin’ dirt naps! We’ll shed them old skins like a snake and strut around like we own the place ’cause death ain’t got a foothold no more! Y’all get that?
Alright, y’all listen up! I’m ‘bout to spill the beans: Not all of us will kick the bucket, but we’re gonna get a surprise! In the blink of an eye, we’ll change quicker than a chicken on a hot plate. This ol’ body will shed its skin, ‘cause we’re gonna be livin’ fancy in the hereafter!
Well now, y’all listen up! Jesus is gonna keep on reignin’ till He’s stomped all them enemies flat. Death? That ol’ rascal’s gonna be the last one to bite the dust! So, don’t fret none, ‘cause when He’s done with it, even that pesky ol’ death won’t stand a chance no more! Yeehaw!
Well now, when the end rolls ’round, Jesus is gonna round up all them folks who ain’t on His side, ya see? He’ll kick the devil and his crew to the curb, then hand over the kingdom to the Big Guy upstairs. Ain’t that a sight? Just wait ’til the dust settles, y’all!
Well, lemme tell ya, folks! Jesus ain’t just sittin’ up there doin’ nuthin’. Nah, He’s the first fella to come back from the dead, kinda like the best coon hound that ever was. He beat death, and now all of us good ol’ folks get our chance at the same kinda resurrection, y’hear?
Well, lemme tell ya, riches ain’t worth a hoot if all ya got’s a heap of trouble taggin’ along. But wisdom? Shoot, that there’s like havin’ a good ol’ hound by yer side—keeps ya outta pickles and helps ya find them shiny nuggets of happiness. So pick smarts over greenbacks, ya hear?
