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.
Layta Jesus show up by his eleven guys wen dey stay eating. He scold um, cuz dey neva trus wat da oddas tell an dey real hard head. Dey no like tink az fo real kine wat da odda peopo tell, da ones dat wen see him afta he come back alive.
Now, we know fo shua dat you know eryting. You no need nobody fo aks you notting, cuz you know awready wat dey like aks an wat da ansa. Dat show us dat you wen come from God!”
Eryting God wen make, he can see um. No mo notting he wen make can hide fo him no see um. Cuz eryting stay open fo him know bout um. An God, he da One we gotta tell how come us do da tings we wen do.
Fo shua, I goin kill erybody dat make jalike her. Den all da church peopo goin know dat I da One dat look inside da heart an da head an know wat erybody stay like, an wat dey tink, an I goin pay erybody fo wat dey do, good o bad.