Na only one tin I ask from God and dat na wetin I wont! Na make I stay for God house forever, so dat I go dey si en mighty works kon always dey happy for inside en temple.
“O! Jerusalem pipol, O! Jerusalem pipol! Una wey kill di profets and stone di pipol wey God send kom meet una! I don dey try to gada una shidren as fawol dey gada en shidren under am, but una nor let mi do am.
God nor dey lie! So di promise wey E make and ensef wey E take swear, na two tins wey nor go shange. Since wi don run go meet God make E guide us, e good make awa mind strong, so dat wi nor go fear as wi bilive en promise.
Anybody wey fit bear rish di end, I go make am pila for my Papa Temple and e nor go ever komot from der. I go rite my Papa name; David Town; di new Jerusalem wey dey kom from heaven and my own new name, put for en body.