God wey bi awa grand-grand papa Abraham, Isaak and Jakob God, make yor pipol always dey ready to obey Yu forever, so dat Yu go always make dem dey faithful to Yu.
Afta I don bring Israel pipol kom back to dia land, dis na di new kovenant wey I go make with dem: I go put and rite my law for dia heart. I go bi dia God and dem go bi my pipol.
Naw, di prize for raitiousness dey wait mi and na God wey dey judge rite go give mi dis prize for di day wen Christ go kom. Di prize nor bi for mi alone, but na for evribody wey dey wait for Christ to kom back.
My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?
Since wi dey wait for di day wey Christ go kom, make wi dey do wetin wi fit do to make Christ kwik kom. Bikos for dat day, evritin wey dey for heaven go burn kon skata and di stars, go melt.
Mi John, I bi una broda and I dey follow una share from di trobol bikos of di kingdom and dey bear di sofa wey dey inside Jesus. Dem porshu mi go Patmos Island, bikos I dey prish God word and tok about Jesus Christ.
Anybody wey dem suppose to katch, dem go katch am. Anybody wey swod go kill, dem go kill-am with swod. So, God pipol must bear well-well and get faith.