I go sorry for Jerusalem and evribody wey dey stay di land wey dem skata. Even doh en land na desert, I go turn am to gardin and e go bi like Eden gardin. Joy and happiness go dey der and dem go sing songs take praiz and tank mi.
Na mi bi di high and holy God, di Pesin wey go live forever. Where I dey stay, dey high and holy, but I still dey stay with pipol wey dey honbol and ready to turn from sin kom meet mi, so dat I go give dem mind and hope again.
Make wi praiz God, bikos e don make una strong thru dis Good News wey I dey prish about en pikin, Jesus Christ. For many years naw, dem keep dis message for sekret,
Make una nor let difren-difren prishin wey una nor know turn una head. Una spiritual pawa dey kom from God grace, nor bi from food wey dem sakrifice, bikos di sakrifice nor fit help pipol wey dey do am.