The fat, freaky frog hopped over the hefty hog.

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God is good. He made you in His image. He loves you, and I think I do, too.

So get off the couch, you silly little grouch. Pick up that old, beat-up, banged-up, slimy, grimy heart – you know, the one you gave up on when it was all torn apart?

I hear you, my friend. I know you ain’t shittin’ – that slimy old heart has taken a lickin’. It’s been stricken and bitten, battered and smitten. But don’t you forget that it still keeps on tickin’.

So look deep inside, way down in your heart, ’cause under those scars, it still has a spark.

It just needs some time; it needs washed up and shined. That weary old heart just needs a fresh start.

Anyway, you gotta get outta here. And grab that fat frog on your way out, would ya? He was messing with the pig over there in the corner and almost got himself oinked at.