Di Oga yor God dey with yu and E dey always diliver yu. E dey happy well-well bikos of yu. En love nor go make yu fear again and E go dey sing sweet songs bikos of yu.’
God klimb go where high well-well. E don katch and put many pipol for prison. Even men wey sin well-well dey praiz Yu. True-true, di Oga awa God dey stay for der!
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
My Oga God nor dey really stay dis eart! If evriwhere for di sky and di heavens wey high pass nor fit kontain Yu, den how dis temple wey I build go bi to Yu?
God tell am, “I don hear yor prayers. Dis temple wey yu build for mi, I don make am holy for mysef and na der dem go for woship mi forever. I go wosh and kare for am always.