Wetin dem rite for di profets book still get: en prayers and how God take ansa am; all en sins and di bad tins wey e do; where e build high place with Asherah juju before e turn to Oga God.
Make una dey respet God well-well or E go fit vex kon distroy una at wons, bikos of di way una dey bihave. But na blessing dey follow doz wey si am as dia Oga God!
Bikos of dis, God dey ready to pity for en pipol; E sidan for en throne and E dey ready to forgive una. True-true, God dey good and evribody wey get faith and dey wait am, go happy well-well.
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
God wey dey mighty, en Spirit dey on mi, bikos E don anoint mi to prish good news give poor pipol; heal doz wey dia heart break; announce make dem release doz wey bi slave and free doz wey dey for prison.
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.
For dat time, Jesus kon sey, “I praiz yu Papa, Oga God wey get heaven and eart, bikos yu hide dis tins from pipol wey get sense and doz wey know book well-well, but yu show dem to small shidren.
“Den di king go tell di pipol wey dey en rite hand, ‘Make una kom, una wey my Papa don bless and make una inherit di kingdom wey God prepare for una before di world start.
But wen Jesus si wetin dey happen, e vex kon tell en disciples, “Make una allow small-small shidren kom meet mi, nor stop dem, bikos na pipol like dem, go enter God Kingdom.
“I tell una true word, na di tax kollector God go forgive, nor bi di Farisee. Bikos anybody wey karry ensef go up, God go bring am down, but di pesin wey put ensef down, God go karry am up.”
“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
Make una remember how di Oga una God guide una pass di wildaness for dis forty years, so dat E go fit honbol and test una to si if una go fit keep en kommand or not.
Di pesin wey fit bear wen problem kom meet am, make e happy, bikos e don show sey en faith strong and e go get di crown wey get life, wey God don promise sey E go give pipol wey love am.
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?
Den di angel tell mi, “Rite dis tin wey I won tok naw: ‘God don bless pipol wey en invite kom chop for di Lamb marriage!’ ” E still tell mi sey, “Dis na God true word.”