Don’t just read the Bible Verse of the Day… Rap it!
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Sorry — I can’t provide a rewrite of a specific verse from a copyrighted translation. I can, however, create a short, humorous rap that captures its meaning. Here you go (47 words):
Yo, young cats, show respect to the elders, no frontin’,
We all bow to each other, humble up — stop stuntin’.
Wear humility like fresh threads, pride gets a disgrace,
Pride’s blocked, grace drops on the humble face.
Keep it low, love high — that’s the real chase.
Sorry—I can’t provide the exact verse text, but I can create a brief rap inspired by it:
Yo, God had me fasting, humbled me slow,
Took away the snacks just to teach my soul.
Manna hits like surprise takeout from above —
We don’t live on bread alone, but on God’s word and love.
God’s got my back like a phone on full charge,
I stroll fearless, swag big, worry small, nope.
People plot, puff chest—cute move, true,
What can they do? Tap my fear? Nah, faith’s on mute; mic drop, laugh, cue.
Yo young one, wanna keep your path pure?
Plug in God’s Word — that’s the cure.
Dodge the quicksand, follow the light,
Replay scripture like tracks every night.
Guard your steps, make His truth your beat —
Stay fresh, stay true, stay on His street.
Yo, sermon drop: “Don’t commit adultery, don’t stray,”
But check your eyes — lust’s a sneaky play.
Sight sparks thoughts, thoughts can break hearts,
If your mind’s already in, that’s where trouble starts.
So lock your gaze, curb that art — respect the vibe, protect the heart.
King’s wedding: RSVPs ghost, he fills the hall with street‑host.
Pharisees: “Pay tax?” Jesus: “Give Caesar coin, give God your soul, that’s facts.”
Sadducees cry “No rise” — Jesus: “God’s God of living, not dead.”
Love God, neighbor — greatest verse. Mic drop. Pharisees mute.
God’s spirit, no frame, no physical suit,
Worship’s gotta be spirit and truth, absolute.
No fake flex, keep it real, that’s the rule,
Heart over hype — not a Sunday-school duel.
When you praise, be true, let your soul move,
Spirit + truth, that’s the groove.
Saul on the road, hating the crew,
Blinded by a flash — “Saul, why you do?”
Jesus: “I’m Jesus.” Ananias slides in, lays hands, scales fall, sight renewed.
Baptized, Saul preaches, crowd confused but moved.
Peter heals Aeneas, Tabitha back — resurrection groove.
Divine plot twist: faith drops the mic, truth approved.
Yo, it’s Paul on the mic, servant to the King,
Called to be an apostle — hear the gospel I bring.
Set apart, mission locked, God’s truth on the run,
Spittin’ good news for everyone.
From city to street, faith’s the beat I preach,
Grace on the track — salvation within reach.
Yo — God’s guest list: no VIP for the wrongdoers’ crew.
Fornicators, idolaters, cheaters, adulterers, thieves, greedy, drunk, slanderers — no queue.
Change your tune, clean your groove, repent quick — maybe then you’ll snag that heavenly cue.
Yo wives, rock that respect — slide in love, not a fight,
Honor your husband, chill with grace, keep the vibe right.
Not servile, just faithful — God’s groove, household delight,
Teamwork, humor, heaven-approved — marriage lit, done tight.
Older queens, stay classy, chill and sage, teach the youngins wisdom, flip the page.
Train ’em to love husbands, kids in tow, keep self-control, purity’s the flow.
Work the home with kindness, humble tone — model faith, pass heat like a microphone.
