“Even doh yu nor important, I still make yu lead my pipol, Israel. Naw yu don disobey mi like Jeroboam kon make my pipol sin and dia sins don make mi dey vex.
God pipol wey don die, go kom back to life! Dia body go raiz-up again. So, all of una wey dey grave, make una wake-up kon shaut with happiness, bikos una go grow well like grass wey dew fall put and di eart go bring back evritin wey don die.”
Evry tree for di land go know sey na mi bi God. I go kut di trees wey tall and di ones wey short, I go make dem tall. I go make green trees dry kon make dry trees, green. Mi wey bi God don tok and I go do wetin I sey I go do.”
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?