God dey find place put pipol wey don run komot from dia house bikos of war, E dey free prisonas kon make dem prosper. But pipol wey dey sin, dey stay for desert forever.
So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
Make yu nor fear di tins wey yu go soon sofa. Devil go trow some of una inside prison, so dat e go test una. Yu go sofa for ten days. But make yu nor live mi, even if e mean sey yu go die. Bikos I go give yu di crown wey bi life.
“God Spirit dey my body, bikos E don anoint mi make I prish Good News give poor pipol. E send mi make I prish freedom give pipol wey dey prison and make blind pipol for si. E still sey make I free doz wey dem dey opress
Na my hand I take make heaven and eart; dem with evritin wey dey inside na my own. Mi wey bi Oga God, don tok! I go bless di pesin wey dey honbol and dey ready to turn from sin kom meet mi; pesin wey dey fear and obey mi.
So, make una go meet God and una nor go die. If una nor go meet am, E go kom on-top una like fire. Di fire go burn Bethel pipol and nobody go fit kwensh am or save una.