Wetin make mi nor get hope? Wetin make my heart nor dey happy at-all? But I go still put my hope for God hand! I go still dey praiz am, bikos na-im bi my Savior and God!
Wetin make my soul dey weak? Wetin make my heart nor happy at-all? But I go put my hope for God hand! I go praiz am again, bikos na-im bi my Savior and God!
For di leta wey una rite, una ask mi about juju food. And all of us know sometin koncerning dis matter. But if wetin wi know, dey make us dey proud, den bikos of love, wi suppose help one anoda.
God wont make dem know di rishis wey dey en glory; wey di sekret get for evribody and na-im bi Christ wey dey inside una. So una get hope sey una go share for God glory.
Dis hope strong for awa heart like ship wey dem tie make e nor for move, bikos di hope wey wi get dey kamkpe and strong gidigba. Di promise go take us pass di curtain for heaven, until wi rish where God dey;
I don rite give una, my shidren, bikos una don know God. I don rite give una wey bi papa, bikos una don know di pesin wey dey alive since God kreate di world. I don rite give una yong pipol, bikos una dey strong and God word dey inside una, as una don win Satan.
As for una, wetin una don hear from di biginnin, make una let am stay inside una. If wetin una hear from di biginnin stay inside una, una go stay inside di Pikin and en Papa.