Na di Pesin wey sidan for di throne, make am. Di One wey dey on-top di eart and high pass di sky. Pipol for groun, small like ants for en eye. E dey stresh di sky like curtain; like tent where pipol dey stay.
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.