Wen somebody crush one bamboo litto bit, He no goin broke um, He goin give chance. Wen one candle almos pau burn, He no goin pio um. You can trus him Fo judge peopo da right way erytime.
Weneva any one a you guys go thru da watta, I goin stay wit you. Weneva you go thru da rivas, Dey no goin go ova you. Weneva any a you guys walk thru da fire, No goin hurt you, No goin burn you up.
Da grass inside da field stay grow today, but tomorra dey goin throw um inside da fire. God give da grass clotheses lidat, so garans he goin give you guys clotheses. You guys ony trus God litto bit!
But he tell, “How come you guys sked? You guys ony trus me litto bit, o wat?!” Den he get up. He scold all da winds an da waves. Den eryting come calm.
He tell his guys, “How come you guys no trus me?” Dey come real sked, cuz wat dey see blow dea mind. Dey tell each odda, “Eh, who dis guy? Even da wind an da waves do wat he tell um fo do!”