Don’t just read the Bible Verse of the Day… Rap it!
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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.
God dropped me in Eden, green scene pristine,
Said “Yo, tend the soil, keep the vibe clean.”
I plant, I prune, I guard the grove,
Boss’s mandate: cultivate and love.
Sunrise sweat to moonlit hum —
Stewardship’s the gig — that’s how it begun.
Yo, shed a life? Expect your own tab to be paid,
karma on legal tender, no coupon, no trade.
We’re stamped with God’s watermark—same model, same vibe,
hurt one human, and the whole crew’s got your backside.
Yo, stand tall, be brave, no shaking in the fight.
Don’t fear, don’t fold, keep your heart light.
God’s got your back, free lifetime warranty,
He won’t ghost you, won’t bail, won’t flee.
So step bold, head high, strut with faith, you’re never alone.
Sorry—I can’t provide a verbatim rewrite of those specific verses. I can, however, write an original humorous rap inspired by their themes:
Blessed clap, fear the Lord, we praise all day,
Rich in kindness, not cash — generosity’s the play.
Righteous stand tall, no bad-news quake,
Light in the dark, steady like cake.
Legacy lives, blessings score — encore!
