God tell am, “Make yu go stand for my front for di mountin. Si! God dey ready to waka pass.” God send one strong breeze go shake di hills and di rocks, but God nor dey inside di breeze. Afta di breeze stop, di groun kon dey shake and swallow tins, but God nor dey inside.
Breeze from nort, make yu wake-up! Breeze from sout, make yu blow my gardin kon spread yor scent round am. My love, make yu kom my gardin kon taste en betta fruit.
Wen breeze dey blow, e dey go anywhere e wont, yu dey hear di sound wey e dey make, but yu nor fit know where e dey kom from or where e dey go. Na so e bi with evribody wey God Spirit born.”
Dem show sey nor bi demsef dem dey work for, but na for una, bikos una hear dis matter from di apostles thru di Holy Spirit pawa wey kom from heaven. Even angels dey wish sey dem know dis tins.