My Oga God, Yu don do wonderful tins for us. Wetin Yu plan for us too many to kount. Nobody bi like Yu. If I start to kount all di wonderful tins wey Yu don do, I nor go fit kount dem finish.
Dem don opress mi and I nor get anytin! Abeg my God, make Yu kwik kom save mi, bikos na Yu bi my helpa and di Pesin wey dey diliver mi! So make Yu kwik kom!
Wen all dis tins dey happen, pipol go sey, “Look! Make una si God for here! Wi wait for am and E don kom diliver us. Si God for here! Wi really wait for am. So make wi rijoice and dey happy bikos E don save us.”
Wen poor pipol and doz wey dem dey opress dey look for wota bikos dia trot don dry, den mi, wey bi God go ansa dem. Israel God nor go ever abandon dem.
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?