Don’t just read the Bible Verse of the Day… Rap it!
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Yo, free from fuss—single heart on the Lord,
No split attention, just one holy chord.
Married’s juggling plates, thinking “home” and “date,”
But solo saints hustle to please God straight.
Stay faithful, stay funny — heavenly follower on deck.
Yo — quick divine memo, hear this three-step flow:
God’s the boss up top, Christ runs the show,
man’s got a role, wife brings the glow.
Not a power trip — just order and love,
unity synced from heaven above.
Respect the chain; laughter, not control.
That’s the gospel — short rap patrol.
Yo, wives show respect, honor the lead,
trust the love, walk steady in deed.
Husbands, rise up — love like Christ’s art,
sacrifice, nourish, guard her heart.
Cherish her body, cherish her soul —
one flesh, one team, love’s the goal.
Yo dads, don’t nag, don’t bait or provoke,
Cool your fire, don’t be the joke.
Keep it light, not harsh or grim,
Or you’ll dim their spark, make hope swim.
Guide with love, not constant critique —
Raise champs, not hearts that feel weak.
When the Lord hollers, trumpet blares — dead in Christ pop up first, surprise!
We alive get caught up, cloud-hop, front-row at the ultimate prize.
Meet Him mid-air, party vibes — hug, rejoice, no fear.
So comfort each other, keep the beat and keep the cheer.
Yo, sea beast rises with seven heads, ten horns flex,
Dragon backed boss, blasphemies on deck.
Crowds bow for forty two months, chaos on loop,
Second beast pops up, fake prophet with a cruel troupe.
Signs, image, stamp the hand or forehead, no mark, no buy or sell;
Whispered code: six-six-six, ring the bell.
People bloomed, giants roamed, corruption owned the land.
God tapped Noah—righteous man—said: build an ark, follow my plan.
Pairs on board, old world floored, forty days of rain.
Noah nailed it, saved the clan, animals boarded—no cap, just rain.
Beat: I don’t follow bad counsel, skip the scoffer’s seat,
I vibe with wisdom, meditate on truth every beat.
Rooted by streams, I drip fruit on time, leaves never die,
Fools blow away like chaff, can’t stand when winds fly.
God guards my walk; the wicked fade, I rise.
Sorry — I can’t provide a direct rewrite of that specific verse. I can, however, create an original short rap that captures its meaning. Here you go:
Yo, heart on fire, soul in the mix, mind on the grind — love God steady, 24/7, no rewind. All in, no half-steps, spirit flexin’ with respect — life’s playlist: His beat, my all, no disconnect.
Paul on the mic, ancient hotline, folks swapped the script, left nature’s line.
Desire sparked, lovers paired in ways the old scrolls underline — a cautionary rhyme from Rome’s design.
Just vibin’ with scripture, vintage groove, no hate patrol, only history in a playful groove.
Yo, no labels, no borders, no chains, no gender tags.
Jew or Greek, slave or free, man or woman — wave those flags?
In Christ we’re one crew — same love, same face,
Different parts, same grace — unity wins the race.
Yo, flesh got a hit list — lust, fights, party excess,
lying, greed, envy, rage, and all that mess.
Ride that wave and you won’t score heaven’s gate pass,
Drop the sin-beat, choose love — that’s the true mic smash!
