Na Jesus bi di High Priest wey wi nid. E nor dey do bad tin; e dey holy; nor dey make mistake and e nor bi like wi, wey bi sinnas. God praiz am pass evritin wey dey heaven
Nor bi only doz ones, but naw, I dey look evritin as nor-tin, wen I kompare am with Christ, my Oga God wey I know and I trowey evritin, bikos of am. True-true, I dey look all doz tins as yeye, so dat I go fit gain Christ,
So, make una sing to God! Make una sing praiz en name! Make una praiz di Pesin wey dey ride on-top kloud! Na God bi en name! Make una happy for en present!
Oga, na Yu bi my God and e don tey wen I dey wait for Yu, bikos my soul dey hongry for Yu. My whole body dey hongry for Yu inside dis dry and pash-pash land wey nor get wota.
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?