My Oga God nor dey really stay dis eart! If evriwhere for di sky and di heavens wey high pass nor fit kontain Yu, den how dis temple wey I build go bi to Yu?
Oga, na Yu bi my God and e don tey wen I dey wait for Yu, bikos my soul dey hongry for Yu. My whole body dey hongry for Yu inside dis dry and pash-pash land wey nor get wota.
So, make una sing to God! Make una sing praiz en name! Make una praiz di Pesin wey dey ride on-top kloud! Na God bi en name! Make una happy for en present!
Nor bi only doz ones, but naw, I dey look evritin as nor-tin, wen I kompare am with Christ, my Oga God wey I know and I trowey evritin, bikos of am. True-true, I dey look all doz tins as yeye, so dat I go fit gain Christ,
Na Jesus bi di High Priest wey wi nid. E nor dey do bad tin; e dey holy; nor dey make mistake and e nor bi like wi, wey bi sinnas. God praiz am pass evritin wey dey heaven