“Dis yah me saabant wa A done pick fa do me wok. A lob um an A sho please wid um. A gwine pit me Sperit eenside um, an e gwine tell all people God gwine sabe um.
Wiles Peter da taak, a cloud wa beena shine bright, cyas a shada oba um an kiba um op. An dey yeh one boice come outta de cloud say, “Dis yah me Son, wa A lob a whole heap. A sho please wid um. Mus listen ta wa e tell oona!”
Den a cloud come kiba um. Dey yeh one boice da taak fom eenside de cloud say, “Dis yah me Son, wa A lob a whole heap. Oona mus listen ta wa e tell oona!”
Cause de Fada lob e Son an e da show um all wa e da do. E gwine show de Son mo ting wa e fa do wa a whole heap mo betta den dis ting yah. Dem gwine mek oona stonish bout um fa true.
Cause God done pull we outta we sinful way wa beena git powa oba we an mek we lib een de daak. An God done bring we safe fa lib onda e Son powa, e Son wa e lob fa true.
We been dey wen God we Fada gii Christ hona an glory. We been dey wen dat boice ob God, de glory wa great mo den all, come ta Christ, an God tell Christ say, “Dis me own Son, wa A lob. A heppy wid um fa true!”
A yeh boice come outta heaben. Dat boice loud like de big nise ob de sea an like wen de tunda da crack loud. Dat boice sweet like de soun ob de music wen people da play dey haap.