Den di angel wey bi like human being, appear kon tosh my lip. I open my mout kon start to tok. I tell am, “Oga God! Dis vishon don make mi weak and na-im make mi dey shake anyhow.
E sey, “Make yu nor fear, God love yu well-well! So nor let anytin worry yu. Make yu dey strong! Wen e don tok like dis, my body kon strong more-more.” Den I sey, “Oga! Yu don make mi dey okay naw.”
Evry priests dey kollect one out of evry ten tins wey pipol bring, but dem nor dey stay for di world forever, esept Melkizedek, bikos God word tish us sey, e dey alive.
“Make yu rite di tins wey I won tell yu naw, go give di angel for di church wey dey Smyrna: ‘Dis message na from di Pesin wey bi di First and di Last, di One wey die kon kom back to life.