Evry tree for di land go know sey na mi bi God. I go kut di trees wey tall and di ones wey short, I go make dem tall. I go make green trees dry kon make dry trees, green. Mi wey bi God don tok and I go do wetin I sey I go do.”
My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?
God pipol wey don die, go kom back to life! Dia body go raiz-up again. So, all of una wey dey grave, make una wake-up kon shaut with happiness, bikos una go grow well like grass wey dew fall put and di eart go bring back evritin wey don die.”
“Even doh yu nor important, I still make yu lead my pipol, Israel. Naw yu don disobey mi like Jeroboam kon make my pipol sin and dia sins don make mi dey vex.