Food go many for di land and seeds go even dey grow well on-top mountins. Make trees bear betta fruit like di trees for Lebanon and make pipol for di land dey grow well like betta grass for di field.
Na so dis tins go bi until God go from heaven kon give us new life, den di desert go turn where fruit dey and di fruit tree go many like sey na forest.
I go send viktory kom from di sky like rain, so make di eart open and receive am; so dat salvashon and korrect judgement, go grow. Mi, wey bi God, go make dis tins happen.”
Nobody go wahala dem wen dem dey plant dia seed. Dia vine go get many fruits; di groun go produce food and rain go always dey fall for dem. I go give all dis blessings to my pipol wey remain.