So God ansa, “Israel, una bi my shidren wey I love well-well. I dey always tink of una with love wen ever I remember una name. Una dey for my heart and I go really sorry for una.
But di time dey kom wen Israel pipol go plenty like san-san for sea wey nobody fit kount or measure. Aldo God dey sey, “Una nor bi my pipol,” but di day dey kom wen God go sey, “God wey nor dey die, na-im bi una papa!”
so dat una nor go get any blame and una go dey klean. God Pikin nor get fault; even doh una dey live for di world wey bad pipol dey, una go dey shine like stars,
So, as pipol wey God don choose, wey holy and wey E love well-well, make una kwik dey sorry for pipol; dey gentol; nor dey karry body up and wear patient like klot for body.