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 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.
But Yu dey si di trobol and wahala wey dem dey kause. Yu dey si evritin; so make Yu ponish dem. Doz wey nor get help dey trust Yu and na Yu dey fight for shidren wey nor get papa and mama.