Bikos of yor love, Yu dey patient with dem for many years. Yu send yor Spirit wey warn dem thru di profets. But yet, dem nor gri listin! So Yu allow oda nashons attack dem again.
I go tell doz wey dey prison sey, ‘Make una kom out!’ And doz wey dey for darkness, ‘Make una kom enter lite!’ Dem go bi like sheep wey dey chop grass for hill.
God wey dey mighty, en Spirit dey on mi, bikos E don anoint mi to prish good news give poor pipol; heal doz wey dia heart break; announce make dem release doz wey bi slave and free doz wey dey for prison.
Na dis make Christ prish di gospel for doz wey don die, so dat even doh e go judge dem as human being, dem go live forever as spirit thru God judgement.
So, I kon bow make I for woship di angel, but e sey, “Nor do dis tin! I bi savant and broda like yu wey whole di trut about Jesus well. Make yu woship only God, bikos na di profesy spirit bi di true word about Christ.”