Even birds get house for der and sparo bird still build dia nest for where dem go fit protet dia shidren near yor altar. My Oga wey dey rule ova evritin, my king and my God.
Make di priest wey dey serve God for di altar, stand and kry for di temple gate kon sey, “My Oga God, make Yu sorry for yor pipol. Nor allow oda nashons hate, laf and ask us sey, ‘Where una God der?’ ”
Den my enemies go si sey God dey for my side and shame go katch dem. Dis na di same enemies wey ask sey, “Where dat yor Oga God dey?” And naw, I go si as dem dey fall and I go mash dem pass like portor-portor for road.