“Before I put yu for yor mama belle, I don know and choose yu. I don selet yu, before dem even born yu. Yes! I don choose yu as my profet and yu go take my message go evriwhere.”
Nor bi una choose mi, but na mi choose una. Bikos of dat, I don give una pawa to bear fruit wey go last, so dat my papa go give una anytin wey una ask am for my name.
Den e sey, ‘God wey awa grand-grand papa dem serve don already choose yu to do wetin e wont, so dat yu go take yor eye si di Raitious Pesin. So make yu hear and listin to am,
Afta three days, Paul koll all di Jew pipol oga dem togeda. Wen dem don gada, e kon tell dem, “My pipol, even doh I nor do anytin against awa pipol or awa grand-grand papa dem tradishon, from Jerusalem naim dem turn mi to prisona kon karry mi give Rome pipol.
Bikos if I dey prish di gospel, I nor get any rizin to boast, bikos I nor fit do any oda tin dan to dey prish di gospel! Na wahala for mi, if I nor prish di gospel!
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).
Dem go follow di Lamb fight war, but di Lamb go win dem, bikos na en bi Oga God for all ogas, King for all kings and pipol wey dey follow di Lamb, na doz wey e koll, choose and save.”