I bow kon woship Yu for yor holy temple. I dey praiz yor name, bikos of yor faithfulnes and love wey nor dey fail; bikos Yu don make yor promise and e high pass di sky.
bikos doz wey nor bilive, di gods for dis time don blind dia mind, so dem nor go si lite wey dey dis gospel wey get glory and dis gospel na Christ wey bi God image.
Bikos God wey sey, “Make lite shine from darkness,” Na-im dey shine inside awa heart, so dat E go give us di lite wey show us en glory wey dey Christ face.
E make dem undastand, so dat thru di church, all di rulers and pawas wey dey heaven go kon know God komplete wisdom, wey dey show ensef for difren ways.
but na God choose us to prish di gospel and na so wi dey prish am. Wi nor dey do am make pipol for praiz us, but make God wey dey si awa heart, praiz us by ensef.
Na dis tins make God choose mi as prisha, apostle and tisha to Gentile pipol, so dat I go prish faith and wetin bi trut (na true word I dey tell una so, I nor dey lie).
Timoti, make yu guide wetin God give yu well-well. Nor put yor mout for yeye tins or matter wey pipol wey nor know God dey tok and do, bikos dem dey oppoz yu with wetin dem feel sey dem know.