God na king and en glory wey dey shine well-well, kover evriwhere. True-true, God don kover ensef with glory, strent and pawa. Di world stand gidigba and nor-tin fit shake am.
E go wear good judgement for body like war koat kon wear viktory like priest kap for en head. E go wear klot wey go make am do good tins kon ponish doz wey dey sofa pipol.
“As I still dey look, dem kom set throne and Oga God wey nor dey die kon sidan put. En klot dey white like snow and en hair bi like lamb skin. En throne dey bring fire like sey di wheel dey burn.
I pray to God kon konfess all di bad tins wey wi don do sey: “God! Yu get pawa well-well and wi dey honor Yu. Yu dey keep yor promise and Yu love pipol wey love and dey obey Yu.
My Oga God, di Pesin wey dey holy, Yu wey dey since and go always dey. Oga God wey bi awa Rock, Yu nor dey plan to kill us finish, Yu only send Babilon pipol to kom korrect and ponish us bikos of awa sin.