Then the Lord God formed a Jamie from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a Bafta winner.

Then I saw a great pile of royalties money and him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them.

But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the gaming addicts, the poles, the sexually immoral, those who practice pony arts, the idolaters and all liars – they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning cider. This is the resetting of their basis of comparison.

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with a round of winter FFA.

And Jamie said unto the Lord, See, thou sayest unto me, Bring up this people: and thou hast not let me know whom thou wilt send with me. Yet thou hast said, I know thee by name, and thou hast also found grace in my motocross trophies.